"Why am I here?" Krissy whispered aloud as she tried to hurry down the mostly empty streets, pieces of newspaper fluttered by to remind her that there were people in this place. The people who lived here were the sort that had to mark their territory with garish tags on anything that could bear it. It wasn't the sort of place that an intelligent woman walked...
"Look, man. I already promised the song to Iggy Azalea. I'd look like a complete fool if I reneged on the deal. Plus it's bad for business!" There I was. In my studio, on the phone with Nicki Minajs' manager. The guy was very persistent to say the least. Calling me at least 5 times a day, begging me to let Nicki use this amazing beat I produced. It was a gu...
Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Not only does it encourage an author to continue writing; it helps him/her to improve their product. I would like to thank those who have offered feedback previously. If you have not read the previous portions of the "Easy Street" and "From Easy Street to a Hard Road series, you may wish to do so. * How did I get here?...
Earlier today, I was raped by a shemale. It was my first sexual experience with anyone not carrying two X chromosomes. It hurt like hell, at first and to be totally honest, I'm still sore. But it also felt really good after a while. The sensation of being.....what's the word I'm looking for here..."filled," while cumming is the best. Having your ass clench d...
At some point in her writing career, nearly everyone tries a period piece. It can be near past or far, based on historical events or purely fictionalized, fantastic or mundane. In many cases, the only thing they have in common is being bad. This little how to, then, will give you some pointers from a history major and amateur historian on making your period...
This is chapter three in the story. 3. TO BE OR NOT TO BE... I'd had time since that club dinner and that 'night' when my darling sneaky wife had popped the 'question' to process my reaction to Rebecca's teasing and taunts. I'd deduced that my reaction wasn't entirely unexpected. I loved my wife unconditionally. She was so far and away my superior in all t...
Sitting across the breakfast table from Jack and his son, was to say the least, a little surreal. I had just been watched having unbound sex with the boy's father, my cousin, and here I was not only contemplating having a three-way with him and his son; but discussing how I wanted to proceed! Jack for the most part, just sat grinning and continued keeping me...
Tall, svelte rather than slender, great tits, a fantastic ass and long shapely legs made even better by the spike heels. Green eyes prone to twinkle, under a mass of close-cropped curly auburn hair. Okay, she was 40-ish, but the hair colour was natural. I could say this categorically because she was naked -- except for the heels that is -- and the shade of t...
The first time I met Joan was the day she started work at the bank. I was young then, 22 years old, full of ambition. It was 1998, South Africa was learning to be a democracy, the apartheid era was confined to the history books along with racial segregation. I am a third generation Indian that was born and raised in Johannesburg. I grew up during the aparthe...
Here I stand in front of a full length mirror. My eyes go straight to that 8cm band of virgin white skin between the top of my lacy, sheer black, thigh-length stay-ups and the bottom frill of my black boy-leg panties. I think it looks so sexy! I have on a pair of 6 inch black patent stiletto heels. That is all I am wearing. I enjoy looking so sexy and femini...