"Room 202...203...204...ah, 205, this is the one." The escort, Cheryl, found the Caller's room. A soft tap followed, and Kelly opened the door almost instantly. "Oh, a brunette, you're pretty cute." Said Kelly "I want to do this promptly." "Feisty aren't you" replied Cheryl, dropping her bag as she wandered into the room, before kicking off her stilettos...
At first, when I opened that little white envelope, I thought it must be some kind of joke. A silly gag gift, given to maybe make fun of me; and for an office party it was certainly in bad taste. I mean who had ever heard of a gift card for an erotic website? Turning it over, I had seen a full set of instruction on how to use it. Simple to follow. In fact,...
Rebecca's life was crashing and burning at an alarming rate. She was standing on the side of the road next to her sister. She had just spent the evening enjoying dinner with her older sister and now she was watching her ex-boyfriend and her current girlfriend walk hand in hand towards the restaurant. She wanted to scream and yell and cry all at the same time...
(This story has a slow start, about a woman, dissatisfied with her life and her body, finally finding something by accident that makes her happy with both) Zoe was grumpy even before the plane landed at Hamburg International Airport. She wasn't really looking forward to this Hen weekend at all. Actually she had wanted to back out, but she knew she could...
I woke up with a pounding heartbeat. Today was the day. After a long hiatus, it was time. My name is Megan and that's the only detail I will ever share. On the surface I'm pretty much your regular soccer-mom. I have a great family, a home and the whole nine yards. But a lesser known fact is that I'm a closet Bi-sexual. For the past few years I've been living...
This story was written for the following prompt: "A tutor can't wait to start their new job at the palace - until they find out that their duties are to teach the princess how to give blowjobs." Contains: a magical sensation-transmitting strap-on. I picked at the edge of my simple blue dress, standing awkwardly in the hallway. I felt very, very out of pl...
All my appreciation to Bron Zeage again for his precious advice and help Merci Monsieur Fran EMAIL FROM A FRIEND CHAP.2 Thursday evening, I phoned Lise to confirm I would be there for the week-end. "Lise, I will leave the office tomorrow noon. Maggy will take care of closing. I will fly down in the early afternoon." "Good, I am impatient to see...
The ox drawn cart had just pulled into the city in front of the 8th Street produce market. Immediately the slaves rushed to haul the crates of fruits and wheat from the cart's bed to deposit the contents into the market's bins. The merchant stood barking at passers by that fresh fruit and produce was available at reasonable prices. His bin filled to overflo...
Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ A Night in Paradise by Stephanie Rose (Two's company. Is more a crowd?) ~~~ "Oh God! This guy's looking for a partner to go to the swinger's club with him?" Portia Kane squinted at the personal ad in the Miami XCha...
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. A...