Ralph and his wife Carla had lived next door to the Lindsay's since they moved in two years earlier. It was the newlywed's first house and they had been all excited fixing up their love nest just the way they wanted it. The first two years had been right out of a storybook with the devoted couple doting over each other's desires. That is why the news of the...
Lana woke up in a foul mood for the fourth morning in a row; she brewed some coffee and lit a cigarette. She had barely slept through the night, thanks to the new, noisy neighbor and his loud screaming bimbo. For the entire past week, the new neighbor—who remained a faceless presence to Lana—was drilling holes on the walls and hammering furniture together in...
Stuart thought dreamily of his days at the firm in Chicago, and the two male Masters he'd lived with... One of them deaf. The rich 26 year old Stuart had loved and feared the two men. Now he watched BDSM porn... The way that model has his cock whipped reminds me... Of the day Master Pietro caught me with the Frederick's of Hollywood catalogue that I'd...
Slut Girl 4: Sayoko Pulls Out the Stops This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original. There I was, feeling like an idiot. Sitting on the curb to my apartment complex, hot, bored, and grumbling. I couldn't believe I was doing this! The name's Satoru. If you don't know by now, I'm rooming with a grade...
Killers. She loves killers. A woman who loves killers must be prepared to endure every facet of a psychopath's psyche. She cannot cower when he threatens her with the same violence he doles out with reckless abandon to the world he rips through. She must fight back when he strikes her. She must always be thinking. Always be outthinking him. She has to be one...
Chapter I: Rookie "Jesus," Lisa bitched into her beer, "if I wanted to be a damned secretary, I wouldn't have bothering going to college. I want to be a cop, damn it!" "Know what your problem is?" Barney asked. He didn't lisp any more than he simpered. So much for her naive stereotype of gay men. He was the only person in the precinct she could talk to - h...
When pacing the room got old he climbed in his car and called her again as he drove to Redmond Medical center. No answer. He pulled into the parking lot, saw that her car wasn't there. Strange. She said she'd be here--was expecting him to come see her--he wondered if he knew her well enough to peg this as unusual behavior. Cause for alarm. He reached up to p...
Slurp and suck and slobber and salivate. Tongue and taste and tantalize and tease. This Bitch never failed to amaze me. If she worked on the oil fields, she could put a dozen Barons in the red in a week and have the industry taken over in a month. Of course, when I wanted to interrogate her, it was like a deleeching. You think I might be kidding, but I act...
After three years in college together, Chris and I were firmly in the friend zone. I knew him though various friends, and I knew the kind of girls he liked: blonde, giggly, airhead toothpicks. OK, maybe I'm a bit biased. Bottom line, girls not like me: reasonably intelligent, dark hair, curvy with a little extra padding. Chris and I got along as some of th...
I received some great feedback on my other two, true-life stories. I also received several private messages asking that I write more and to tell about my first experience with a black woman. So I thought I'd try. Now understand, this is NOT a "sex story" so if you're looking for that kind of a story you need to look elsewhere. I also am not making any type o...