In the dark bar, Adam downed his whiskey sour to the cheer of his friends. His 34th year had been a disaster, punctuated by divorce and the passing of an excellent job opportunity across the country that he had let slip through his fingers to fruitlessly try and salvage what was left of his doomed marriage. Tired of feeling sorry for himself, Adam had promis...
A full month had passed since the night where, thanks to missing a train, Alexandria Rowe had ended up meeting the woman of her fantasies, Zabina Vitelli. A lot had happen in that month. Well actually they had spent most of the first week getting to know each other a lot better, but in the following days a lot had happened. Zabina had persuaded Alex to take...
"Come here, my pet," she purrs. On hands and knees, I make my way across the hardwood floor of our little apartment. I love when she calls me 'pet.' Nothing makes me wetter, faster. Tonight, Alana -- or at the present moment, Mistress Alana -- is pulling out all the stops. She sits on the big, black leather chair we refer to as 'the throne' in over-the-kne...
The lazy, peaceful drifting of the snowflakes covered everything in white, with only bits and pieces of the rest of the world peeking through. Deceivingly soft looking flakes landed on their clothing, on their faces, and melted against their body heat. The two of them sat on the steps leading to the backyard, content to watch winter have its way. Emily, th...
This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result. As always, your constructive feedback is great...
Chapter 3: At the Apartment. Dedicated to Veronica and her Goth Slut Dreams... As the four girls traveled together toward Jennifer's apartment, Monica had worked her hand under Jennifer's black leather miniskirt while she was driving, and Ronni and Vixxen were locked in a clinch in the back seat. Monica heard a strange sound and looked over her shoulder...
Chapter Five: I Hear The Roar Of The Smoke Machine Warmth. Sleepy half-conscious warmth, that all-suffusing glow that seeps through the body and looses every knotted muscle. Sometimes it comes from a hot bath or an electric blanket. And sometimes it comes from sleeping in somebody's arms, skin against skin, when the bodies fit together just right. Half-asl...
Sandra is a twenty-year-old young woman that has lived with her father for the past fifteen years. Her parents had divorced when she was five. Her mom went to live in Europe and only visited her three times. Being the only girl of a mechanic she grew up a tomboy. She is five foot six inches tall and one hundred fifteen pounds. She generally wore the tightes...
Ellie stood there in the school stables. She wasn't a very good rider; she'd admitted that to herself a long time ago. She'd never been that good, not since she had an accident when she was seven years old. The horse had been stung by a bee and cantered off with her still in the saddle. She didn't like riding after that, and now, eleven years on, she still w...
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