I'm a firm believer that life needs to be a journey. It starts somewhere, develops, grows and ends at a defined point. The same rings true for subservient relationships. I met Jane a year prior, and in that year slowly converted a quiet but willing librarian into a raunchy cum slut. A shy, petite, pretty, early thirties brunette with a curvy figure, large b...
Sometimes the strangest people become heroes. Matti never thought he would ever be one. But somehow it had happened. But somehow he became the wrong sort of hero... perhaps! Matti, in his final year at college studying electronics had achieved very little before this moment, but now, circumstances had changed. To say he had achieved very little is perhaps u...
[These two stories have virtually nothing in common but their category, which is why they make a nice contrast -- the darkened play room, the brightly sunlit grass.] Good For One Thing "Men are only good for one thing," I explained to June. The pretty blonde crinkled her brow. "But I thought you were independently wealthy," she said after a moment of thin...
Alex had cleared space on her busy calendar in order to leave work early. Clay had recently issued orders to meet him at a biker bar in the San Fernando Valley. She was not accustomed to taking orders, especially from an aggressive male, but there are exceptions to everything. Three nights ago, her relationship with a fellow realtor changed dramatically. C...
I was in need of some relief. I had broken up with my last girlfriend, we had fun, but she wanted a family; I was not ready for that, so we split up. It was not friendly. But we did have enough together to still not make it into too big of a thing. I was in my last semester of a BA in Sociology. My problem lay in the fact that since the campus was small, a...
[Author's Note: A bit of a post-modern lark, this one; or maybe not? The feedback is entirely fictitious. In the real world, comments are still welcome and appreciated.] Alexa drained the last dregs of her morning coffee, almost grateful now to be alive, if not perhaps to be awake, and sat down to check her email. She was greeted with the usual barrage of...
DEA Senior Agent Frank Donovan's POV Ocala, Florida Director Grimes had been riding my ass all morning long, and I was itching to do something. The abduction of Harleigh Ryder had stirred up a hornet's nest, and the result was the full briefing room at the Ocala Police Department precinct house. "Good morning everyone, I'm DEA Senior Agent Frank Donovan,...
A few weeks had passed since my wife's first encounter with another man. Since she had only made a passing reference to that occasion, I was beginning to think she had changed her mind about fucking other men. I soon discovered just how wrong I was! I suspected something was brewing when I came home from work on Friday and she told me her Mother had taken t...
It was in the 70s in Colorado. My buddy, Bob, a biker with a bitchin' old panhead chopper, was on friendly terms with his "connection," a local dealer, Eduardo. That made Bob popular with his crowd of biker friends who were always looking to score. Bob and I built stained glass pieces, and he had a contract to build a large, oval shaped stained glass scene...
Wearing a white dress shirt and a patterned tie, he stood out like a sore thumb in the Greasy Axle, the most notorious biker bar in town. But Andrew Reynolds didn't mind the sneers of the leather-clad patrons too much, because he was on the hunt. It had been almost two weeks since his strange encounter with a succubus named Melissa. His new job was time cons...