"This will be your room. You will share it with Erik, and whomever I chose to offer you to. It is fully wired for video and sound, so feel free to open your holes to anyone or anything that is shoved inside. I expect you to be ready for double penetration within six months. That is a very very generous timetable, so of course I would be pleased if you were t...
I thought I looked terrific as I walked toward the main ballroom, the site of my University Graduation Ball. I was feeling great, really great. This celebration was the climax of my student years. I had spent three years studying my little heart out, working hard, not going out, and concentrating on my business course. I had managed to get good grades all...
The adventures of your Dirty Dog in Germany started off rather slow. I had to leave Mandi in the states and head for parts unknown, arriving in Frankfurt to be sent to the replacement detachment. Long lines, lots of paperwork, I get handed off to an idiot who, in turn, sends me to a Volkswagen passenger van that heads for Stuttgart, Germany. Long trip, bori...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors, made corrections, comments, and suggestions to improve my story. Any errors you may find are mine alone. * * * If you haven't read 'Lucky Beyond Belief' Chapters 1 and 2 yet, I suggest you return to the beginning of the series. Otherwise you'll have missed some of the best par...
Chapter VIII, Conclusion Cole stirred in bed, awaking with light streaming in the closed window. He felt like he needed to pee but it was something else. He realized he was hard. He also felt pleasure and movement and came to the realization that he was being sucked on. All this flashed in his waking brain in a matter of seconds. 'Oh, god. What a way to wak...
Author's note: This is my attempt at a pastiche of a historical novel – a sort of Jane Austen meets the Lustful Turk. The views and attitudes of some characters represent those of the period and are not mine! I hope you enjoy the story. CHAPTER 1 In which Amy and Lucy's governess applies firm discipline Our story begins, gentle reader, in the tumultuous...
This is a purely imaginary story, set in a Bengali household in India. -------------------------------------------------- My dad had divorced mom seven years ago. The alimony had been decent, not too big, just sufficient. Mom got the flat where we lived in, as part of her alimony, apart from some money which she had invested in a fixed deposit in a bank....
To those around him he was known as Lord McClure or Lord Gordon McClure, but I knew him first as GordyScot_01. As the name may imply we met online. Flirting led to cybersex and of course Gordy had me spellbound with his use of words and the descriptive way he approached our conversations, both erotic and platonic. He was, I first surmised, a bullshit artist...
This is a continuing work of fiction, all names and places are fictional, any relation to any real person or place, real or imagined, is purely accidental. Sunday morning they woke and Sherri looked into the mirror as she entered the Bathroom and saw what happens when you sweat into makeup and don't wash it off. She gasped and began scrubbing as fast as she...
“FUCK YOU BITCH!” the angry young man screamed. “If you had done exactly that Jamie we wouldn’t be where we are now.” Megan retorted in a loud, harsh voice, and passed through the door closing it behind her forever. Jamie was angry, but deep in his mind he knew Megan was right. He had given too little of himself to her, and she had sought solace somewhere...