The Wet Pussycat's main dance floor was filled with dancers giving each other full-body caresses in pairs and trios, with a few gropes and wet French kisses exchanged between groups as Charlaine dived in, having enjoyed her excellent sandwich and cocktail and revived from her string of tongue-induced big Os. She began shimmying and shaking loose as another...
As time past, my will powers only grew stronger, even though my tears where running down my cheeks every moment I spent in the same room as Yen. Days became weeks, weeks became months and months and months. It took nine long months of total humiliation to put together the escape plan. A time when I, and the other captives, ate whatever we could get hold off....
After reading Ms. Rogers' little diary, I felt more bold. I wanted to keep her on her toes,but my reasons were changing. Knowing she wanted my attention, instead of lessening the appeal, fueled my fire. Because of shakedown we missed a few days of class. I thought I would lose my mind. It was like seeing a Coke billboard and getting a craving flung on you,...
Prologue Red lights in the darkness. A screeching shriek. The angry growl of metal giving. Glass shattering. My sight blinded. My heart racing. My fear choking me. No escape. Pain. This is all I knew in my final moments. Just like that it was over... Chapter One 3:14 am. The dream was the same every time. The same fear, the same agonizing scre...
Helen began to stroke Timmy on his head as he sat on his perch, his claw fixed firmly to it just in case he did decide to make a flying dash. She became used to him, not as aggressive as Imelda who somehow seemed to take a noisy dislike to Helen, fluttering in her cage nearby. David Lord returned to the aviary with a bowl of what looked like mashed up flesh....
As it happened, it wasn't long after our little poolside encounter that Libby moved right back out of my house. It turned out that so far as her boyfriend Glen was concerned, Libby's tits were large enough to allow at least a little indiscretion -- and so all was forgiven, she moved back in with him and life went on as though nothing had even happened. Such...
I was confined to my rooms for nearly two weeks after that, under a cloud for possibly having a part in the disappearance of Vimala, the former Rawalina. Colonel Agar had disappeared from my side, and everyone I asked about his absence just gave me a blank stare. It was as if he'd never existed at all—which I assumed was the normal way of taking care of peop...
You would absolutely never take my wife Emma to be the person she is. I mean, you always know that the people you see every day have more to them than meets the eye, but most of that stuff is all pretty mundane. A cop that collects action figures; a woman who loves boxing, etc. The list goes on and on. Well, my wife is a sex-addict, and you'd never know it f...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here involves more-or-less human persons at least 18 years old, and a manuf...
Everybody got three selves, I think. First, there's the public self, secondly there's the private self and finally, the true self. My name is Stephanie Aminata Villeneuve, and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, to a French Canadian father and Leban...