Chapter One: Michelle is home alone while her family go away for a week; it's not long before some friends come around to keep her company. This is a true story, we have shared it with our two friends who you will meet and they remember it well. My husband Mike's family were staying us for a couple of months from overseas and he had organised a trip away wi...
All characters involved in sexual acts are above the age of 18. Though the events of the story take place far in the future, the story has been narrated in past-tense as the records of this story have been sent through a time machine to the present era (this is the author looking for an explanation just for the heck of it). Multiple allusions to mythological...
I was kneeling in the basic uncuffed pose, back arched, breasts lifted as an offering. Although I could not move my head without breaking position, I knew from what I could see that I was in the marble columned temple, again. As I moved my head slightly, slowly, daring to search for clues as to what I was doing here, I could see a fur covered bed on the far...
This story began twenty plus years ago on our summer vacation. My wife's cousin got married and we were delighted to attend. I remember dancing with the gorgeous bride at one point and getting a long look down her low-cut wedding dress. She was a raven-haired beauty with an hourglass figure crowned off with full, firm breasts that were frankly, spectacular....
This short story takes on the question of why all Leprechauns are male... sort of. I knew the Pixies were messing with me earlier. They waited until I published my first story before bringing me this one. Like all my Celtic stories, some of this is historical fact, some is Irish myth, and some is straight out of my warped and twisted imagination. I will lea...
Drew Robinson had just turned eighteen years of age and was halfway through his senior year of high school. He wasn't a bad looking guy but his self-confidence was a little lacking and the fact that most girls in the school knew that he was a pervert kept him from scoring a girlfriend. He lived with his Dad, who owned a lucrative sex toy business and had app...
Trudy sits at a high stool, enjoying the view across the Thames towards St Pauls. Self-consciously tugs down her skirt; not a night-clubbing out on the pull mini, but shorter than usual. Dangles a shoe in manner guaranteed to set any foot fetishist's pulse racing; what appear to be hyper-expensive Louboutins are in reality 30 quid knock-offs from a Walthamst...
All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. ***** 11:30, half an hour longer then out of this class and into a lunch break. Junior college could be a real drag. The droning sound coming out of Ms. Tiff's mouth formed into rules for the proper usage of commas. My fist was resting against my cheek as I tried to keep myself awake. I hadn't gotten m...
Thursday evening I had to attend the monthly realtors meeting and Friday Ann always had dinner with her parents so we didn't have any time together until Saturday. After Ann's husband picked the girls up she came to my office to respond to a counter offer. When that was ready I took it to the listing brokers office while she went home to make the baked beans...
This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infring...