Things could get complicated with so many generations running about. No, not 'could get' – better say 'certainly are!' Jennie stood beside her host, Edward, watching through the living room window as her grandparents' car disappeared down the drive, headed to a two-day junket on the wild Pacific shore a hundred miles west of Seattle. Jennie's parents w...
A lonely young woman is left the family farmhouse by her grandmother who always said, "I've got the trains to keep me company." This is a VERY mild story that will primarily appeal to those who are into machine self-stimulation or have a fetish about steampunk. There is no explicit sex. Instead this sets up a fantasy which some will live out in their own mi...
Interesting crowd of people assembled. Anne made a mental note to come back one night when she hadn't any plans. She filled the empty stool next to a couple of bickering lesbians and ordered a beer after being told it would be another ten minutes for the lasagna dinner she'd phoned in. The elfin mulatto girl, with the long braids, platinum jewelry and a gauz...
Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I'm there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room... I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed.... I then kneel on a foot stool at the...
I woke up disoriented. I was extremely confused. I wasn't totally awake at the moment. I was still half asleep. The place smelled like raunchy feet. My pole became so stiff, I felt someone gyrating on top of it. A contraction squeezed hard. I felt hot flesh over my 22 year old face. I couldn't see. Sweat dripped over my face. I started to sniff uncontrolla...
**Names have been changed... I'll leave it up to my readers to decide whether or not this ever truly happened...ax Cindy moaned softly as Dane slipped two fingers inside of her. She felt the familiar ripples of orgasm overwhelm her senses, body tightening around his digits, juices dripping onto his hand. She stood there, rigid as his fingers worked their m...
To really understand the secrets, you've got to understand the background, so bear with me as I recount the family history before I get to the family secrets. Dad passed away years ago, killed while working on a construction job. He was literally hit by a ton of bricks that were dropped by a drunken crane operator. Mom got all of the Worker's Compensation b...
I'm a nasty guy. It's okay with me because I accepted that about myself a long time ago. My name is Jean Guillaume. A young American man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved here from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, a little over a year and a half ago. I'm still a United States Citizen but a Permanent Resident of C...
Doris Wilkinson, suburban dominatrix extraordinaire, smiled to herself as she whipped Jamal Louis-Pierre. The young Black man squealed as the bossy older White lady whipped and berated him, deep inside her basement in the town of Nepean, Ontario. How she loved that sound. The blonde-haired, big-bottomed, fifty-something White woman smiled at her latest submi...
This sixth part of the series follows from where the last part ended. I suggest you read the previous parts to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. ***** My first thought when I awoke on my second day at the BDSM resort was that I was so looking forward to the day ahead. It is not often that I awoke looking really forward to a...