Despite no-one living in it, the apartment was neat and well-furnished, with a wide-screen TV affixed to the wall opposite a comfy couch. Next to the window was a desk, from which you could look out into the street below and in the bedroom was made-up bed. It had seen plenty of use as the members of the A-team had practiced their anal technique on a successi...
Hey all! I hope you're enjoying Frankie as much as I am. If you have questions, comments, flattery or anything else you want to send my way, feel free to contact me via the e-mail in my contacts page. I love nothing more than hearing from new fans, and I even show my haters love. Hope to hear from you! ***** Dear Diary, I am enjoying my time here at Cobha...
After that nasty business at the glade, we wandered on. As we moved ever northward, we began to hear a curious noise at night, and it wasn't until we were within sight of the source that we understood what it was. The noise of a thousand thousand voices all crying out as one, a constant din and roar. Before us there lay a vast Arena. Saela's eyes widened...
It was Saturday morning and the sun was shining; a perfect day for the barbecue that Kelly was going to with her work friends. She wasn't dressed up as she usually was for her outings with Steve. Today was a much more casual affair, so she went with her usual daytime look. Kelly looked hot in anything though, including the tight white t-shirt she wore, which...
In 1969 Thomas Finn Callahan, then a young short order cook, fled Ireland after being accused of raping and murdering a young Catholic girl. Even though he was no where near the crime, Thomas looked enough like the perpetrator that the local constabulary wanted him. Thomas changed his name to his mother's maiden name, O'Hagan and arrived in the United Stat...
The streets of Ruar, capital city of the Kingdom of Zentara, were filthy. At least, they were filthy when you left the well-travelled main streets with the fine shops catering to wealthy noblemen. The back streets, the slums where the common man lived were not so well maintained. The late afternoon sun baked the trash and refuse in the streets, creating a fo...
Ch. 3 The End of the Beginnings I lay on the deck, naked, my body still trembling violently from the orgasm I'd had forced upon me, courtesy of the vibrator that was still taped to my inner thigh. And that even now, was still buzzing against my sodden pussy. I was spread-eagled, my ankles tied to the deck railing, my wrists tied to hooks my husband had in...
Dear reader. This is another light hearted story of betrayal that won't stand up too long to an intense reality check. Warning: It contains undeveloped characters that some people may not be able to identify with. It contains no backstory, or as I like to call it, padding. It will leave the hardcore BTBers hungry, the RAAC adherents starving and the lovers o...
When other teenage girls were busy worrying about boys and dating I was at home taking care of my parents. When my old classmates went off to college, I had to put off my education as my dad had just passed away and mom was not able to take care of herself as she was blind and going deaf, and in very bad health. By the time I was 20 I was all alone. My pare...
Dear Readers: Thank you for your feedback. Your suggestions about a locked door and the cuckold's chin-rest helped me make this story better. * It was several months after Jim's wedding that Carol and I had a frank conversation on the patio after several drinks and a joint. She had been depressed and now she seemed troubled, deep in thought. Then suddenly...