We had been playing "Teasing Tuesdays" for a month, when Angela stopped by my apartment. "Greg," she asked, "would you please do me a special favor?" "Sure, Angela, anything," I answered without hesitation, "What would you like me to do for you?" "Well, it's Eric's birthday, two weeks from yesterday," she said, "and I was thinking about giving him a set o...
Chapter One Angela Boddiford had it all – a glorious house, an expensive car, the finest clothes, a fully stocked vintage wine cellar, and a filthy rich husband to pay for it all. Her house was staffed with people to cater to her every whim – a cook, two house cleaners, a pool boy, a gardener and a personal valet who took care of anything that she could pos...
Chapter 03a Hungers ***** Another big thank you to my editor, AsylumSeeker! As ever, I'm grateful for your suggestions and advice. The story so far... Angela and Gwen, best buddies from San Diego, California, are on holiday in Fuerteventura, staying at a timeshare owned by Gwen's parents. Less than twelve hours ago, Angela awoke to find she had a fully-d...
We were talking about ships' bottoms, as you do, or at least when your business is re-painting them. Big ships, mostly, oil tankers and bulk carriers. Big ships use a lot of paint and selling that paint is a highly competitive business. Mostly, it's an all-male business, probably because it often involves crawling around in the darkest, filthiest recesses o...
It didn't fit. Sean was standing in the middle of the dorm room he had just moved into. His shorts and boxers were down around his ankles. Angela, his new housemate whom he had met only an hour ago, was on her knees, holding his massive penis with both hands. She was trying to force the rock hard beast into her mouth. She tried opening her mouth as wide...
It was a beautiful Spring day. Angela was walking to her house from class. She was a senior this year, and even though she just turned 18, she still had to walk. Her mother worked during the day and took the car, so she either had to get a ride from a friend's mom or walk. It was spirit week this week at school, and for the final day her friends and her had...
While traveling along the Mexican coast Angela Consort decided to visit the underground caverns in the area. As an amateur archaeologist she had heard of some artifacts being found in these caverns. Angela was very fit but certainly no Lara Croft. Attractive but introverted she had been successful in her life based on her abilities and not just sex appeal....
When he dreamed, he was an old man. He looked past his grey beard down his old body. His arms were restrained, covered in needle marks from years of heroin use. Masked white faces floated around him, poking and probing his body, holding long needles. Thirty years before when he was in his prime, he would of fought his way out of the room. One blow of his han...
Angela had enjoyed herself at Vonda's expense all day long. She posed for the hangers on at the gas station. Dipped her derriere at the help at the card store, spread her legs for passers by at the Deli, and just generally did everything she could to make Vonda feel uncomfortable. It wasn't that she particularly disliked Vonda. Vonda was actually a nice pers...
While we were in Chicago, Angela had gone by the house to surf the Internet. One of her friends had told her about a site that featured white women and black men. She wanted to check it out privately. She was hoping that we, her parents were making headway in finding her a black lover. The soon to be nineteen year old wanted to see what she might be getting....