If ever the devil was born without a pair of horns It was you, Jezebel, it was you... If ever a pair of eyes promised paradise It was you, Jezebel, it was you... If ever the devil's plan was made to torment man It was you, Jezebel, it was you... "Jezebel," written in 1951 by Wayne Shanklin, first recorded by Frankie Laine (1951), other recordings by The E...
Sara sighs out in absolute boredom, as she rides shotgun in her boyfriends truck. They travel up a logging road flanked by tall cedar trees, if it were not for the frequent bends she would be certain that road was never-ending by this point. She looks at the clock on the dashboard, she groans deeply in mental agony as they reach the nearly six hour mark of t...
Intelligent Designs "Love is hot. Truth is molten." -Donovan 1 Like a good lapsed Catholic girl, Trystessa had learned to decently suck cock, which was exactly what she was doing right that minute, five hours, thirty-six minutes and fifteen seconds to be precise, after having received the twelve dozen roses from Temperence. The roses, minus the single do...
Author's note: This is my first attempt in the Erotic Couplings genre. My other attempts all seem to have devolved into Romance. I suppose this could be, too. This is Part 1 of a 5-part story arc. Like most of my stories, it starts with character background. It also contains small elements of B&D. Please vote/comment. Consider it like applause. It's how...
PROLOGUE Saturday - 6.30pm West Babylon, Long Island... 'Shit! Ow! Katherine mildly cursed as the errant suspender pinged against her thigh for the third time. 'Jesus! Why do guys love these damn things so much?' She made a final concerted effort, pulling the black suspender firmly down towards her stocking-top. 'Hah!' She proclaimed triumphantly as she s...
The night sounds and smells traveling on the air told April that it was truly summer in Mississippi. The traffic, just off the clinic grounds, told her it was highway 90 running there. It was the same as everything else at the clinic. The highway was the old version of highway 90. The one that wound it's way through town, not the new one that by passed, the...
I hate dinner parties. But my estranged wife invited me to attend this one with her. I thought it provided an opportunity to reestablish our relationship, so I readily agreed. When I rang our apartment's door bell that Friday night, she answered the door with a small, knowing smile on her sweet face and looked better than I had ever seen her. In comparison,...
Norm My breath fogged in the February chill as I watched the hulking yellow and black earthmover bite deeper into the ground. The shovel carved out a clod of moist earth and swung its arm up and to the left to drop into the waiting dump truck. I felt tense, coiled like a spring, waiting for one of a dozen different disasters to happen: the side of the pit t...
"Um, Mistress? Can I, uh, can I get up now?" She asked, squirming slightly where she sat, partly from the growing discomfort and embarrassment at calling Gwen by such a title. The redhead looked at her, almost seeming not to realise what she was saying, but realised the brunette had been sat there for quite some time.. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, um, you can move ar...
Author's Note: This story is slow moving and deals with cheating & cuckquean themes! *** Various cups, cans and bottles remained littered around the living room. It was the sign of a good night, but more realistically, it was a sign that someone was going to have a tedious morning cleaning the apartment. That someone would in fact be me, Ken, the sole occu...