The address on the card was across town, so it took me almost an hour to get there. When I finally arrived I wasn't surprised that is was a strip club of some kind. I parked my car and walked up to the entrance, where a large man was standing. "Ten bucks cover" he said gruffly. I handed over the cash and walked inside. It was pretty classy for a strip cl...
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It'd been a terrible tragedy. Six months ago Paolo's girlfriend of four years, Bebe, had died in a hot air ballooning accident. She was incinerated in the sky at fifteen thousand feet. Well, at least she had gone out doing something sort of cool. But obviously it was a terrible blow to her family, Paolo, and her many friends. It'd been half a year since the...
Daphne had decided to give Carl a bath. He lay in the large, luxurious tub illuminated by scented candles that his wife had prepared earlier. Daphne sat in a chair next to the tub beside her husband. She had on her platform, high heeled, chrome buckled mistress boots. She had taken off her corset and replaced it with a transparent black bra. Her nipples stoo...
Meet Carla Wallace-Brown and her husband Rudolph Brown, a happily married couple living in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. They can be considered extremely attractive by any standard of beauty. Carla is six feet tall, athletic and curvy, with long blonde hair, frosty blue eyes and alabaster skin. She met her future husband Rudolph Brown while studying at Clark...
Lindie pressed the button to the left of her seat, and eased her seat back as the plane continued to climb to its cruising altitude. She could have easily have transformed into her otherworldly self and flown halfway across the country using her leathery, clawed wings. She had made the trip in that manner before, but struggled to maintain her humanity after...
After his first beer, he told his friend that he’d “never screw such a slut.” After his third, he noticed the glares she was getting from the other girls on the dance floor. After his sixth beer, he saw that her lipstick had little bits of blue and purple glitter, and he wondered what that lipstick would look like on his cock. And after his seventh beer,...
(This story is a sequel to "Sunshine," so if you want to know who these people are you may want to read it first. If you like that one, you'll come back to this one. For those who've already read it, enjoy.) * As I lay there in the dark, I heard the door close, saw the light created by the TV extinguished, and heard Sunshine enter the bedroom. I listened t...
I was in the kitchen cleaning up when you got home from work. I heard you come through the front door, and I tried hard to stay focused on the task at hand and pretend as though I hadn't been waiting for you to come home all day. It was a blatant lie, of course, and my clothing fairly well advertised the fact. After all, who cleans kitchens in flirty, ruffly...
She was dressed in her typical, no panties, almost completely see through, skin tight, black dress that was barely long enough to cover her cunt, ass cheeks hanging out, fuck me heels, her looks made it apparent what she was out to do. We had a couple of drinks and some blow and we headed out to Ybor City. I took her to a place called Club Skye, a black nig...