"My landlady Farrukh Teymourzadeh is kind of creepy," Benjamin Charles said to his buddy Toussaint Pierre, as the two young men walked through the Atrium at Carleton University. As usual, the atrium was crowded. A lot of students were coming to and fro, and getting to the campus library was not remotely easy. Still, Benjamin looked a bit too concerned about...
This story is a sequel to The Dutch Master. The narrator, having signed a one month slave contract to Gerd, his Master, finds himself sold to the beautiful red headed lifestyle dominatrix Arianne de Vries. This cruel and sadistic woman now intends to transport him back to The Netherlands on her yacht and make him her houseboy. "Look boy, let's not make out...
Part 1/2 After careful tests, Chaim, a professor of physics at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, is now satisfied that his time machine is reliable enough for human use. He's pretty content with his life -- he has just made the most important discovery in history -- but he has a small regret: although he still loves his wife Bruriah as much as he did the...
It was more than a bit awkward that night at the Morgan's. Just as Trevor requested, Vanessa left Jeff's cum in her hair. It had dried by now but a few large pools were visible. "I'm honestly surprised," Vanessa said finally speaking up. "You never expressed yourself like that. It took me by surprise. I had no idea you were into that kind of thing." "I'm...
"Back in Afghanistan, I was a teacher, here I am stocking shelves at Provigo," Sawsan Ghobar said to herself, and the tall, curvaceous gal shook her head while placing cans of juice on the shelf. Under her Provigo uniform, Sawsan wore a long-sleeved blue sweatshirt and yoga pants. Once upon a time, while adhering to the cultural norms of her native Afghanist...
"To be a son of Africa living in the West is to be constantly under siege," Raphael Lugh-Fayose said softly, and the big and tall, caramel-hued young man sighed deeply as he looked out the window. For a moment, Raphael closed his eyes, and a tranquil expression washed over his handsome face. He almost seemed perfectly oblivious to everything and everyone aro...
After I held her for a few minutes, she underwent another personality change, hopping off my lap and strutting around, showing me the plug in her ass, and asking me what I was going to make her for breakfast. It was really quite disconcerting and a little spooky. Jennifer had occasionally insinuated that her mother was crazy, but I figured, what the hell, ev...
Jennifer had been home for over three weeks now. Although I was happy to have my friend back, I missed playing house and having free access to Hal. The pleasure derived from late night trips to each other's bedrooms had begun to stale. The sneaking around and silent love making in the still of the night had become a burden; I needed to scream and moan loudly...
“Can I sit down?” Kelly Jo looked up into Ashley’s wan face and gave her a big smile. “Sure.” Ashley set her plate of fresh fruit and glass of orange juice down and sat, unwrapping her silverware and spreading her napkin on her lap. “I heard you did well at the tables last night.” “Yep. Just got lucky. I love baccarat.” “I tried to follow along. It’s too...
Previously in Tomb Raider Uncharted: Sailing her expensive yacht on the sparkling seas of Miami, Florida served as a luxurious diversion for Lara Croft as she waited for a gangbanger who carried an ancient Assyrian key she required. On boarding the boat with gangsters and drug dealers Ms Croft acquired her little trinket by force, and when she went below...