This is a fictional account. Author's Note: Many of you loved the first story and thanks for the kind words/votes. I will keep developing this story line for you. Please be patient as I also try other things too. Some thought it was geared mostly to men and let me know that too. My apologies to those disappointed if it was not exactly what they were lookin...
This is the first chapter of a fictional tale. As a tale of fiction, it omits many of the safety precautions one should take in a real life situation. Because of this, it should not be considered a template for real life. * * * * * It all started with an ad on a web page. It was an ad she placed requesting a dominant man. A man to take control of her, mind...
Superman tapped gently at the glass of Lois's window, his super-hard fingernail producing a sound not unlike the cliché pebble thrown by a teenage paramour. Perhaps Lois thought that was what it was, until she remembered her apartment was thirty stories up. With the realization—fast as it was—Lois rushed out of her bedroom, robe tied over the T-shirt and pan...
*peaks in sheepishly* Hi! I know your upset but I'll explain at the end. So for the moment just enjoy! The rickety school bus jostled Deina and her volleyball teammates along the busy freeway. While the commotion of the girls escalated the closer they got to their destination, Deina sat in the back with her head phones blaring, daydreaming trying too block...
Drew reached down and brushed away the bangs that obstructed his view. For him, seeing was just as important as feeling. He needed to watch those swollen wet lips descend, see the way she worked his cock. Slipping his fingers in the backpacker's blond locks he gave a gentle tug, pulling her lips up his shaft to work the sensitive head. She released a throaty...
This is a story I wrote a while ago, under another pen name. This is all there is at the moment, and you won't find any steam in this bit, but you can guess where it's heading. It's Urban Fantasy with some fairly unusual characters and background. I personally like it but it hasn't raised much interest on another website I publish on, maybe because it doesn'...
I understand the first stage of getting through a problem is denial. My wife Judy certainly brought me to that. I didn't see it happening, especially with her seeming to be the complete happily married housewife. Then after deciding maybe Judy really was fucking around on me was recognition of the truth. Well, I sure had the proof of that now, so we move on...
Hey Lisa, it's me RJ. I'm currently sitting in the Phoenix International Airport typing on my laptop. I got here way too early since my flight is about three hours away, but thought I'd send you an e-mail to get you caught up on all that's happened. I have a horrible hangover, but boy do I have so much to tell you about. Girlfriend, this has been one wild w...
When I woke up the next morning my wives were snuggled warmly about me. I just lay there like a sultan of Araby, soaking it up. I drowsily considered the most cost effective way to do my work. If I continued to stay in hotels as I made my rounds, it was soon going to get very expensive. Even if every hotel gave me the same type of excellent discount Mr. Wa...
Chapter Three - What Happens to the Girls? "This isn't a pity fuck Taylor. I'm nearly twice your age and I've reconciled what happened to me in the past; I've moved on. I'm a successful businesswoman," Veronique looked into Taylor's green eyes. "I get it. You're a lot more experienced than I am in life and in business. Also I've never done this with a woma...