Prologue This is part 4 of the continuing saga of Heather and Dave. If you have enjoyed them, they are in order, Paul, Todd and Damon. This story takes over after Damon has to leave unexpectedly. Heather & Dave are a couple expanding their marriage and still seeking the limits of the love they have for each other. Every relationship has a dominate and a sub...
Author's remarks: I wrote a story titled 'The Santa Claus Suit.' For those who haven't read it I will give a short synopsis here. A big thank you to Mistress Lynn for her fine editing but I take all responsibility for any errors. I never know when to leave well enough alone. This is a stand-alone story of Ross and Bud's life after doing Ross's ex-wife at a H...
Pete and Karen sat side by side in the sand playing their made of game of "would you". The rules were simple; whoever walked by was rated by "yes I would" or "not on a bet". Not that either of them had ever followed up but it did make for some interesting foreplay talk. Their sons were having a great time at the water's edge with the two other boys they had...
"So what are you putting on tonight, nasty Miss Bitch?" That is my best friend speaking there. Courtney Vaccaro. She has got dark red hair, lovely and adorable lips that I have kissed and licked up with my own time and again, and her body itself—it is brilliantly and wonderfully curved and shaped up nicely and attractively in that all too magnificent and sex...
My heart was pounding out of my chest. It was so loud I was afraid it might wake up the dorm if I didn't compose myself. Earlier that day I was talking to my friend Becky. She was telling me about these two soccer jocks she spend last night with when I asked her why she never showed up. I was spellbound by the story. The boldness of her forwardness and the e...
Of course, coming out, that's an awfully big step, and one that requires months to perfect it. To plan it just right. But by now, my darlings, you have most of your accessories and have had enough time to feel comfortable with them. The suit fits you perfectly. The painted claws have become you. You feel naked without them. Not complete. The art of the smoke...
Edited by kanga40 He stumbled down the walkway, mumbling to himself, slightly swaying from side to side. Although expensively dressed, the suit was wrinkled, the tie hung loosely on his neck, a day growth of facial hair apparent, hair ruffled, eyes blood shot from excessive alcohol, but he had a smile on his handsome face. He had appeared from an alley beh...
"[S]omebody help me! Do I have to suffer like this, just to buy a pound of hamburger, and a loaf of rye bread?" ― Charles Bukowski "El Loco roller coaster; Adventuredome; the stroke of midnight!" A phonograph perpetually skipping, his mind played the cryptic communication without end. It was imperative he escape this one room cell, and arrive at the rende...
"[S]omebody help me! Do I have to suffer like this, just to buy a pound of hamburger, and a loaf of rye bread?" ― Charles Bukowski "El Loco roller coaster; Adventuredome; the stroke of midnight!" A phonograph perpetually skipping, his mind played the cryptic communication without end. It was imperative he escape this one room cell, and arrive at the rende...
Author's Note: This is the first story I have ever written, and I originally submitted it on another site. I wrote it when I was supposed to be studying for my exams. So.. yeah, I was half crazy on 5 cups of coffee when I wrote it. Anyways, let me know what you think about it. ***** Tap... Tap... Tap... The droplets materialize out of the faucet splattin...