AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the seventh in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can st...
"I've been cheating on you." My body froze as the simple sentence left her lips. I tried to speak but my mind remained completely blank as I struggled to find the words to respond to my girlfriend's confession. Anger. Sadness. Disappointment. A variety of emotions teemed forth, battling one another for supremacy within the maelstrom of my thoughts. Jessica...
Chapter 1 "Manners, you've read the script, you know the client has presented us with crap but we need the money. If you wish to continue working for us, go and find people, preferably professional actors to front this production." George Manners scowled, knowing Reggie Childs was talking as if he were the producer supreme of a big outfit supplying movies...
SLAVE Note: This is about a bisexual submissive man and his journey as he explores his sexuality. I put it in the fetish section because that seems to be the best fit. There is piss and scat. There is bondage and crossdressing. There is fisting. There is group, gay and bisexual sex. There is non-consensual and reluctant sex. There are even elements of reali...
Sometimes me and Mike just love to go out, pick up a slut or a stud, or a couple of them, and have ourselves nasty threesomes or foursomes. Lately we've really been getting off on picking up guys, especially since about a year ago I got my husband to start messing around with bi guys, even a few gay guys, bringing out Mike's 'bi' side, which I soon discovere...
When I'd left my house a couple hours ago, I had every intention of kicking Andy's ass. I wanted so much to just drive up to his house in Malibu, but a few minutes later, I decided to report him to the police instead. If I took matters into my own hands, I'd be the one getting arrested instead of him. Instead, I report the incident to the police and inform t...
Welcome back my glorious sexual angels. Thank you so much for the naughty feedback you've sent me. My, my, there are a lot of you that would love to have me as your personal fuck toy. I love the correspondence, so please keep it up. We left off last time with my roommate kicking me out of our room wearing the clothes of one of the co-eds that watched as he...
DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in anyway reflect the actions or thoughts of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it. * He stood overlooking the docks, eyes following the seagulls as they soared over the blue ocean. It was raining, no, it was pourin...
Laurel looked over the docket of cases she'd have to make. The first one was of a serial arsonist. It came with pictures of his three victims. She'd gone into work that morning bearing a smoothie with the smoothie dumped out and vodka filling the Styrofoam container instead. She'd been smart; that was enough to keep her on an even keel through the work day...
= = = = = = = = = = Chapter 12 — Alex (Sappho and Socrates in the Back Seat) = = = = = = = = = = My ride to Spring Break was in Alicia's car, the Girl-Mobile—a vintage pink Cadillac convertible that looked like a giant lawn flamingo. But it was roomy, with bench seats front and back (in separate time zones), and a huge trunk that looked like you could l...