Now Bangher Technologies is a company that likes to have as its motto, "Work Hard, Play Hard." Guess who they get to play hard with? You got it, yours truly, the company slut. Between the excessive modifications that have been made to my body and mind as well as my husband there is nothing that we won't do to please our new Mistresses. Of course, like all...
Chris Johnson looked over the newest branch of his gym with pride. It was the morning of opening day and he was surveying the scene from the front counter, a few elderly women were on the treadmills, a couple of bulky men were lifting in the free weights section and he listened to the instructor in the side room running the very first Yoga class. The facilit...
The people in this story all came out of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. All the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. There are no minors involved in acts of a sexual nature in my story. It is fiction, people. I'm writing it for my ow...
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *Riptide: a strong tidal flow of water within estuaries and other enclosed tidal areas.* *This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality* *The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing...
Sally Browne heard the giggling from her brother's room and then the door opened. A tall slender brunette figure, hand to her mouth, ran to the stairs and pounded down them, all the while giggling and snorting. Sally wandered over to her brothers room and tapped on the door frame, "Sod Off, leave me alone!" came an anguished cry from within. Sally hesitat...
I was sitting at the computer in my home office when there was this sharp little ping against the window. House window. Not computer window. I just blinked, looked at the window, didn't notice anything and ignored it. Then there was another little ping and the window rattled slightly. I looked closer and there was still nothing. I watched the window for a w...
We were cruising along, at 50,000 feet, in the 747. It can be a really L-O-N-G and boring flight if you don't have something (or some ONE) to keep your mind occupied. Thank God I asked "Mel" to accompany me! Actually, she wasn't just accompanying me. She was more there to keep me outta trouble. But I digress. Mel and I had watched the sun set over the blu...
I wrote this story a long time ago and never finished it. I finally decided to upload it as is and continue it later if the response is positive. Please let me know what you liked and any ideas for how to continue. _____________________________________ This was a fantasy come true. For years I'd been writing erotica and dreaming of doing a film. As many...
Xenon had a weird name, to be sure, but most people just called her Zeeni. Xenon had no idea where her name had come from in the ethnic caldron of Poles, Sicilians, Italians, Greeks, Armenians, Croats, Serbs, Portuguese, Russians, Spaniards and Lithuanians that made up her family. In fact, Zeeni's mother had been a shallow shampoo girl who'd seen the word...
That night as I lay in my bed, I tossed and turned in a restless sleep. My mind was alive with thoughts of her, thoughts of pleasing her, thoughts of submitting to her, thoughts of running my hand along her hard flat masculine chest, tweaking her small manly nipples, breathing deeply of the musky male scent of her armpits. The contradiction between her femi...