We have all had a favorite Saturday morning cartoon. As we grew older we often wished that just once Daphne would bend over in her oh so short dress to reveal her curvaceous ass or wear a dress that showed some cleavage; or how about Wonder Woman loosing her top while fighting crime or Shaggy getting it on with Velma. Let your imagination flow – mix up your...
Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
Here they were, cuddled on the couch watching a scary movie on a Saturday night. What was it this time? Some old black and white flick about a vampire in a castle. Trent had started to lose track of the titles. Watching horror movies on Saturday nights had recently become one of their weekend rituals. They were both self-proclaimed movie buffs. Trent was mor...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
He was inside her now, not just pressed between their bodies. Each time he thrust into her the top of his shaft dragged along her clitoris and sent a thousand needles of pleasure through her body. She couldn't see his face but could hear his ragged breathing in the darkened room, could feel his hands touching her body, caressing her breasts as his lips ran a...
Life as a Chocobo Knight was a litter harder than I'd expected but having grown up around the large yellow birds, I felt right at home. Even though I was second in command of the unit it did take me a while to earn the respect of my subordinates. After two months they finally seemed to have accepted me among their ranks, thanks in no small part to the numero...
I am re-posting Chapters 11-14 without the epilogue appended to the original. This has been replaced by an re-written ending, closer to the original which I lost when my computer died. Thanks for reading. TTB Jack and Diane Chapter 11 I stretched, languorously, only to be brought up short as the bruised muscles of my belly screamed their memory of the prev...
As usual I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. As always I'll also add that we don't always see eye to eye with each other, and often play around with a story after they have read it. Consequently I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. Clarificati...
This is a continuation of "The Inspector" Part 1 & 2. It is a true story of events which occurred during my career as a Police Detective. I was a 22 year old Detective who had worked with a female Detective Inspector, Pam, who was 10 years my senior. On one occasion, we had worked at an out of town location for several days during which we had commenced a...
American attorney Montana Reynolds (27), practising law on an international law placement contract with the oldest and smallest of the three law firms at the little known town of Red Ridge situated far south-east of Sydney, was pulled awake at 2.25 am. "Hi," she said sleepily to the caller. "Are you alone?" "Yes Judge Mercer." There was a pause before he...