If you were to ask her neighbors and friends, Kerry was the epitome of a good girl. She was always there to help her parents, her siblings and her friends. She volunteered for a number of community events and while not a straight A student she worked hard and never did worse then a C in any of her classes. She recently graduated form high school and she had...
Quick to the action, but for reasons I hope become apparent. I will try to post timely, short installments to make reading easier. Enjoy. And please please comment, I absolutely love comments. ***** Scripts from the Great Library in Nycene: From the introduction of "Basic Rune Etching": Seals printed in special ink can be used to manipulate energy in...
After that encounter with Chris, I tried to shake off the emotions he had aroused within me and made sure I was not put in that situation again. However, no matter when or how fast I requested assistance, he was always the one assigned to me. At least it was always when other people were around us, even though we worked in a private little study room. The ot...
To all my dear readers of my other stories, I know they tease and leave much to be desired, but you'll have to wait a bit longer, I've got a lot going on in my life and I'm trying to fix that before I settle back to my stories, this is just one I wanted to start while it was in my head. And please no rude comments... I've had a few of those and they make it...
I am trying to get all of this down in some sort of order. Its harder than I thought. My wife had been drugged, four men had fucked her while she was drugged, three of them right in front of me, a fourth after I had left. The drug she had been given was ecstasy in huge quantities, so much so that it could have easily killed her. All of this happened a week a...
My story began on the internet. I met her on a dating site. She looked innocent but playful – amost like a naughty pixie, and that is what she was. She was also sweet, sexy and cultured and we talked for hours online. Slowly the conversation became more intimate. One day I showed her mine and she stopped talking to me...for a couple of days. Then she came...
- Story 3 -- Reflecting We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are. - Anais Nin ***** "So you're all set?" he asked casually, as we stood inside the entrance to Blackheath Station. Refusing to meet his gaze, I scanned the display for the next London-bound train. Platform two, fifteen minutes. Stepping away from him slightly, I answered wit...
Sunday afternoon I drive to LAX, park my Porsche, and catch my flight to Miami. My seat-mate this time is a businessman who runs an auto parts chain, so I'm compelled to talk a bit about plastics. Finally, he excuses himself to use the restroom and I arrange to have my head buried in a magazine when he returns, cutting off any further conversation. The flig...
You're invited to gambling party- couples only-anything goes We've had two experiences with wild sex--our visit to the cottages, and our poker game, both of which you can find in our other stories--and we remember them fondly, so one night we decided it was time for a third. We wanted to plan a real extravaganza this time. After much discussion we came up w...
AUTHOR'S STARTING POINT To start with, I would like to show my gratitude to everyone of you here who has run an eye and pored over my work of my imagination and pork pies in other cute and bitter words. Maybe they are not pork pies categorically—call it whatever fitting and seemly that you feel like and think suitable. I am aware, it is my unwarranted and e...