Prologue *** He sat in the Social Studies III. Samael watched the screen as it ended playing, final words on the screen had him rolling his eyes as they sounded so bogus. 'Keep The Fight Alive - Terrans Must Be Ended' The professor had a metallic arm he used to rake the keys sending the screen into the ceiling, "Who can tell me the beginning of the do...
Marlon Cook didn't know what to expect as he entered the Brooklyn loft. He wasn't exactly sure why he let his friends talk him into this: no amount of money could offset the potential awkwardness of this situation. The aspiring actor had been friends with Chloe Donovan and Nicki Taylor for several months; the model and photographer—both Adelaide natives—had...
I get a lot of feedback from others about Mormon Chick experiences. Several stories are based on feedback for Mormon Chicks stories. This is the first time I had met someone in person that supplied the story line. After several email exchanges I sat in his SUV with Thomas for two hours and listened to him talk from his position as a black man fucking white m...
Chapter 1 ****** The voice on the phone sounded smooth and soft in my ears. "Yes. Professor... Green? You needed a model for your life drawing class?" "Yes, I do. When can you work?" "How soon do you need me?" The woman said, speaking with a rather flat tone. "I need you next week, Tuesday and Thursday. One session on Tuesday, and two on Thursday. Can...
This is a continuation of a story about a wife's evolution into infidelity with other men. It contains my usual themes of wife infidelity, cuckolding, and voyeurism. I appreciate the feedback I have received and some of the correspondence. I have taken some of your suggestions and interwoven them into my stories. I look forward to your continued comments....
My wife, Cindy, had not worked since we moved to London 12 months ago. But she was growing bored at home and had decided to start looking for some secretarial work to keep busy and meet new people. I was shocked when she returned home after her first day job hunting to tell me that she had taken a job with a company in central London. She told me it was an i...
This story has been inspired by two of Britain's greatest glamour models, but is entirely fictional. Security guard Dave Rivers yawned. It was proving to be a remarkably long day and he would be pleased when he could finish up and go home. It had been one of the slowest days he could remember and he was keeping his eyes open only with some difficulty. That...
The General sat back in his chair, exhausted from anally raping poor Katie. He took out a hanky from the breast pocket of his army jacket, mopped the sweat off his face and looked over at her. Katie had dutifully remained on all fours, waiting for her next order, wondering what further act of depravity the General had in mind. The General meanwhile sat bac...
1. Months Later She sent him a text. Nothing flashy. Just a few simple words. Peter's with the Avengers. He'll be busy for a while. It was an invitation. One that a red-blooded young man like Miles couldn't refuse. So the webslinger came swinging by the Parker apartment. It was routine at this point, a tradition for the two of them that had been going on...
Business at Third Street Gallery and Studio began to pick up in earnest when it started hosting wine nights where customers came in the evening and received painting instruction while enjoying a classic French or Italian wine. The gallery even hosted a few events for men that they called Paint with a Pint, in which the local microbrewery brought in kegs of t...