Please read Day One for this story to make sense. Day Two-Morning A soft, unknown sound penetrated the barriers of my sleeping conscience. I awoke, slowly, limb by limb, and stretched each one to relieve the tightness in my body. Shivery tingles and strange aches in uncertain places served as a reminder of the previous day's ordeal. I woke, strangely comfo...
Chapter Sixteen – The Instructor The Grand Duke returned to the castle in a foul mood. During his trip he had discovered that most of Hórkustk Ris province was not under Danubian control at all. The only enclave remaining was the provincial capitol, and the only reason that city was still under the Duchy's control was that the Kingdom of the Moon had not ye...
I awoke to an extreme case of cotton mouth, a mild case of nausea and a throbbing in my knee. Maggie was there with a little water and a damp cloth. "Welcome back Cowboy!" she said softly. Then she set me on fire with one of the hottest kisses I've ever received. After she let me catch my breath the first thing I noticed was that we were no longer at the ve...
Disclaimer: this is a fictional writing. Do not contact me to apply for this position. It does not exist! * Single white female seeks single white male (or white male/female couple) who would like a permanent live-in "pet". Age, appearance, and body type of applicants will not influence my decision. Location is limited to the lower 48 states, as I will n...
JUAN CARLOS "The end move in politics is always to pick up a gun." ― R. Buckminster Fuller "Put the gloves on," Juan Carlos whispered, as he unbuttoned a shirt six sizes too small, exposing more hair than the clogged drain at a dog washing kennel. "I don't wanna put the fuckin' gloves on," I thought to myself. "It's bad enough my cock has seen the inside...
I had no idea why, but I wanted to visit Billy—or Detective Andrews. I put on the most basic of white girl clothes: a flannel-patterned shirt over a white tank top, black leggings, and a pair on ankle-high boots. I quickly tied my hair into a messy bun and put on a thin layer of makeup before leaving my house around 10:30 in the morning. It was a chilly day,...
He had been in this daze for weeks. He almost wondered if the anesthesia from his surgery had ever worn off. The numbness hadn't quite left him. A loud, morose sigh left his lips as he sauntered out the screen door, stepping onto the balcony that overlooked his spacious backyard. He hated having a mansion. He didn't feel at home in this big, empty house. H...
As Steve walked into his house at 5 pm he was expecting to find his beautiful wife, Mary, getting ready to go to the mall with him to buy a new outfit for their son's high school dance the following night. Instead, she was napping on the couch. It was a hot and steamy Tuesday in early June. Steve quietly walked over to the couch and bent down to Mary. Her e...
Part 33: Epilog continued. This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. Due to renewed requests I am continuing to post my emails from Sharon. If you don't approve of wife sharing, gang bangs,...
If you are looking for a story filled with details of sexual intimacy, please look elsewhere. While there is sexual tension, there is no overt sexual activity in this little tale. Please feel free to leave your comments and don't forget to vote. Thanks. ************************** "What the fuck! Asshole!" Her yelling drowned out the moans from the man wh...