This is one of the "Tales from the Shack." It is in LW in order to keep the series together, but in the case of "Needles & Delaney" there is a very strong LW element to it anyway. This is the third in the "Needles and Delaney" series, and while it pretty much stands on its own, I strongly recommend reading "An Angry Man" and "An Unreasonable Man" if you hadn...
I left Yolanda and Sandra in the morning to go flying after a hot, wet night of sex with them. They were going shopping for a girl, or girls, or shopping for more clothes. Today, as I made the daily round-trip flight there was another surprise for us – a third woman to join our little sex circus. Flying as a corporate pilot for a company in West Texas and m...
Jane was sure she knew Charlie and that she knew him well. After all, she and he had been friends on Facebook for several months now. Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg's ingenuity and generosity, they'd been able to chat and discourse for hours on end without once having actually met one another. And tonight was the evening when, at long last, Jane would actually me...
The house was packed for the highly anticipated premiere of the company's newest ballet. The city's cultural elite had paid enormous sums for the best seats in the house, which of course, varied depending on who you asked. They trickled in, largely unaware of the carefully orchestrated sequence of events necessary to begin the show. All they saw was the ligh...
In the dark forests of faraway places legends are born that invoke fear and trepidation in the local people, but scorn and disbelief in the wider community. On Chiloé, a group of islands off the south of Chile, such a legend exists. The locals speak of a gnome like creature they call 'El Trauco' that preys on their young women. Such legends always fascinate...
I lay quietly, spread eagle in the bed, my hands and feet lashed to the frame with what had once been my stockings. My eyes moved to the bathroom door as it creaked open and Dan stepped out. He wore a long sleeved exercise shirt and socks. The circumcised, aubergine coloured head of his flaccid dick hung below the front hem of his shirt. Tight butt cheeks pe...
Les mines sont la seule chose que vous connaissez, vous y êtes depuis toujours, vous êtes même incapable de vous souvenir de votre arrivée ou de ce qu'il y avait avant, tout a été volé. Volé par l'épuisement, les privations et les querelles. Chaque jour reste la même punition, vous avez peut-être pu dormir quelques heures avant qu'un garde ne vous réveille d...
During the summer months Tom and I liked to go to Capri on weekends. If we weren't on leave or visiting other places like Pompeii, the Amalfi Coast and other point of interest, we would go to Capri. It was incredibly reasonable as long as you knew where to stay and where to eat. As soon as we had liberty call on Friday afternoon, we took a city bus downtown...
The next morning was a free one for Victoria. She didn't have an appointment until 1:00 in the afternoon, so she had the morning to pursue her other dream. Thanks to Tom she knew of a coffee shop Colin liked to frequent, so she packed up her laptop and headed out the door. When she arrived at the coffee shop, she quickly realized why Colin liked it so much....
Clarisse had never been so cold. The rough blanket she had managed to cover herself with when the English mariners had burst into the cottage was threadbare and provided little protection from the biting wind. She had tied two corners into a knot at her throat and wrapped the remainder tightly around herself to form a makeshift toga but her bare arms and low...