The box was in the closet. I knew it was there. I was home when it was delivered. It was bigger than I thought it would be and now it was sitting in the bottom of the closet. I couldn't get my mind off of it. Amanda never actually said what was in the box but I knew. I was there when she ordered it. Hell I even had to be measured for it. Yesterday I had wal...
These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read. I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like t...
The confessions are usually pretty lame: Wearing make-up or feeling funny while watching Justin Bieber but occasionally you get a juicy one and that's a good guide to who might succumb to my charms. I see Peter, tall, thin, serious, awkwardly raising his hand and I feel a bit sick: it's unusual for one of the boys to confess anything. Surely he's not going t...
Isabelle was the modern day pinup; she always had her strawberry blonde locks curled to perfection, decorated with some sort of flower. Her clothing on this particular day consisted of a vintage style dress, complete with five inch heels with an inch and a half platform. The woman was a vamp, her blue eyes outlined in black liner with wings and her full lips...
Hello friends!! Welcome back to Smokey's corner, and to Saga #89. This is my first story with a non-English title. There are no French characters in it (if you'd like one of those, please read "How To Tickle A Girl Insane"); it's simply a borrowed phrase. Everyone knows what it conveys, but it actually literally translates to "Household to three." And the ch...
She knew her life was over as soon as her car rolled to a stop. Here she was 20, penniless with a car that had just shut down. And in the middle of the desert, no less, right outside a tiny Nevada town called Garva. Everywhere she looked all she saw was desert sand. The sun was so bright that it hurt her eyes to focus. She kept blinking and shielding her ey...
As evening fell over Las Vegas, Miss White and Jodie roused themselves from bed, got cleaned up, and dressed to go out for the evening. Jodie was in her new cocktail dress and shoes, and Miss White in a suit with a tight, tapered skirt. This time Miss White wore heels as well — it simply wouldn't do to have Jodie taller than her. Jodie was still without gla...
Another installment of Jody and Ellie. Please read Slow Burn, Stolen Moments, Smoldering Fire then parts 1 and 2 of Smoke Effects then Finding Ellie, Then part 1 if Simmering Inferno (in that order) to catch up with their story. I am not sure how things will be for Jody and Ellie but i felt this was where this part of their story ended. There is no sex in...
Interlude: Truth, Lies, and Fiction Storytelling is a funny thing. When you read a story like this, you're giving somebody like me permission to tell you certain kinds of lies. You probably agree that it's okay and even sensible for me to lie to you about my name, and the company I work for, and a bunch of other things besides. I need those lies if I'm to t...
During Semela's week off, I keep myself entertained at the shop by playing the handheld poker machine and engaging in light conversation with customers. A half a hour before the shop was due to close, the phone rings. I quickly make my way to the back to answer it. For the first time, I wasn't scheduled to work with another. I was completely alone in the sho...