Occasionally, one of my lady friends will want to experience a threesome with me and a bisexual woman. Recently, Bianca got me to set up such an arrangement for her. She is a very good-looking, unmarried woman in her late thirties who works in the entertainment industry. Almost all of the single men she meets at work are gay, which is frustrating to her beca...
Author's Note: Special thanks to editing help from JRSMALE who were kind enough to edit this story. For those of you who have read my previous stories, you will be delighted to see marked improvement in punctuation and grammar. ***** My name is Frank Crowder and I grew up in a suburb of Detroit, Michigan. Ever since I went through puberty, I became aware...
There I was, getting reamed in front of my new boss's desk, and not in the good way, and the only thing on my mind was, "Damn, Mr. Thompson is hot." Yeah, probably not what I should have been thinking, but I couldn't help it. Because Joshua Thompson was seriously, incredibly hot. Dark hair, chiseled features, tanned skin, and a body that made sense on a per...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry readers, this final chapter slipped through the cracks, Several direct emails drew the omission to my attention. Apologies; enjoy. * Just as all but one the invited guests had been seated, the maitre d' took the call that Mr Marty Young had arrived. He opened the double doors and asked Marty to enter, announcing, "Lady Alice Ashton-Jo...
"Huh? Wha-?" Bianca sat up and rubbed her eyes groggily, while her phone vibrated noisily across the room. She ignored it and stretched, hoping to work the sleepiness from her tired bones, with a satisfied grunt. The exhaustion that pervaded her body felt wonderful, as if she had woken from a much-needed nap. Or completed a long-procrastinated goal before fa...
Author's Note: Plot chapter this time around. This is the penultimate chapter for the story. The final chapter (?) comes out next month. *** "Everyone will see," Alisa grumbled and picked at the strained fabric around her crotch. Beside her, Bianca turned and modelled in front of a mirror, less concerned with being seen than how she was seen. "Can't help...
"Oh come on Daphne! He's a perfect ten! Look at those cheekbones!" The two air stewardesses were peeking through the curtain at the A-lister who had just taken his seat ready for take-off on this Atlanta to LAX flight. But Tom's boyish looks were far too clean-cut for Daphne's liking: -"You young girls obsess over silly little boys like that all you want b...
"Liz," Bianca groaned into the phone after yet another beep, "It's been a week. Pick up already." She hung up and set her head on the table, breathing heavily while her hands gripped her shirt. Her knuckles were white, and her nails dug deep into her palm. It was the only way to stop herself from relieving the brutal ache between her thighs. A week without...
This is new for me; I'm going to write a story into the Black Dom POV. We'll see how it goes. I hope you enjoy and again, I can't please anyone but I know I've got lots of readers so thanks for your message. I really enjoy it and enjoy your recommendations and idea of how you would proceed with one story in particular. After this one, I'll stop creating new...
Bianca stormed through the dormitory in a complete rage. She was furious and was surprised she didn't have smoke coming from her ears. Her red hair was flowing behind her and she was stomping her feet. She knocked on Danica's door and then walked right in. "He's cheating on me. The bastard is cheating on me." Danica was lying on her bed reading a novel. She...