Thanks also to ED for his invaluable assistance in helping me with the editing. * This was the second time the head accountant complained against the new employee, Sikandar. "Your behavior is not good so you should go and clear your desk and leave the office now," I said. Sikandar had been newly appointed as assistant of the accounting branch just a few...
It was a cold rainy November day. A touch of sleet was falling. It was a good day to stay home by the fireplace, nice and warm and comfy with a glass of wine, a trashy novel loaded with sex and the vibrator. The kids were going away for the whole day, having gone with the neighbors going upstate to ski. They wouldn't be back until late tonight. The whole day...
This is a story of how my life has changed in the last few months. I have gone from a faithful loving husband and father into a love rat that has quickly fallen in love with the most beautiful and sexy women in the world. I don't know why or how this has happened, but I can't get her out of my head, I literally almost feel obsessed with her. I guess that is...
Authors Note: This is the final chapter in the "Striga" series. The Italian you see Antony speaking towards the end of the story was looked up/translated from a free translation website. I checked and rechecked everything in Italian that is written in this story at least twice. If it turns out to be wrong, blame the translation site. Also, I would like to...
The smell of the battle was still fresh. Lothie could feel the recently departed souls in the air as he sat on his stallion, glaring over the barren fields in the darkness. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, no creatures stirring on this cold night. The man at the inn had questioned him why a man of station would want to go out unguarded to search for...
He took a deep breath, let it flow out of him. His thoughts turned to the more pleasant and his wife Beth. That helped pass the time and finally Mike pulled into the driveway, home at last. The snow had made a thirteen-minute trip take upwards of over a half-hour. So much for convenience; the city designers had done their work well--but there were some thin...
Is is in no way meant to defame Britney Spears’s name or her character, or say she has done any of these things. It’s a complete fantasy, based loosely on my life. ************************************** It must have been nearly 4:00 am by the time Britney and I managed to stop playing and talking and finally get to sleep. The energy level in her hotel suit...
We get to my place and she comes inside and follows me into the kitchen. I pour us both a Bacardi and coke while I'm sorting out the coffee, and listen to the ice tinkling in her glass as she moves from room to room, having a nosey. I hear her go in the bathroom, hear her jeans sliding down and her peeing. She flushes and I hear her moving through the hall a...
Stormy, her club stage name, furiously rubbed the older gentleman's cock through his bulging pants. He had his mouth planted on her left tit. They were on their third song in the V.I.P. room. "You know I really can't do much in here," Stormy informed him. The older gentleman knew that. He was a strip club regular. Stormy figured he was safe and could affo...
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read Part One first. *** Chapter Sixteen As I continued to experiment with flashbacks and considered my own ability to transport myself pretty much anywhere, I started to wonder about transporting other people with me not just to times in the past. After careful consideration and a few different att...