This story is told in non-linear style, so please tread carefully.... 1. He lies stretched out across the bed, naked from the waist up – a brown-skinned Adonis – his finger beckoning her towards him. She stands there across the room, gazing and admiring every inch of his body – his near perfect, beautiful body – both hands clasping the handle o...
2. Anna and the 'essence'. I had a quick cereal-toast and tea breakfast and left early to deliver the sample to mother. It will be three days until I get results. The rest of the day was taken up with joe-jobs and thoughts of the previous evening. Did I have Peter in my spider's web? Apart from the potential high-titre sample, did I want to have him in my l...
One: Back to the Fortune Hunter “Black Jack” Hutton and the raiding party from the pirate vessel Fortune Hunter made their way through the tropical forest as they headed for the beach. Therese du Maurier, the Duchess de Montfort, was being carried over the shoulder of the First Mate, Pete. She had stopped struggling early in the journey; a few good smacks o...
INTAKE They wheeled her into Dr. Sugismund Spivey's consulting room on a gurney. She was strapped down by not one, but count 'em, three straightjackets. At Spivey's request, she was further wrapped in gauze to resemble an Egyptian mummy Yet, even this triple wrap could not attenuate the erotic magnificence of Rhonda McMurphy's double-H hooters. Rhonda was w...
Hey guys! In case you haven't read my first chapter, I'd like to point out that this is all non-fiction and the scenes described in my story all happened a couple of months ago. As always, leave me a comment to let me know what you think! P.S it'll make a lot more sense if you read the first one. ***** I'd reached the stage where I was drinking more vodka...
Cynthia Mays stared out her back window into her yard, the sun, shining bright, and the breeze gently rustling through the trees looked more inviting than the pile of dirty dishes waiting patiently to be loaded into the dishwasher. Biting her lower lip, Cynthia's striking, emerald green eyes darted from the sloppy, wet work area to her beautifully manicured...
My friends call me E.T. but my real name is Eric Theodore Jr. A six-foot-two, lean and ruggedly handsome young Black man living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the city of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, but raised in Boston, Massachusetts. Later, I moved to Canada. Recently, I graduated with a bachelor's degree in Criminology from Carleton Uni...
The year is 1820 and a relative peace resides in Europe. It is a time where the Nobility of a handful of Continental families rule over the millions of common people across borders and barriers of language. Living in decadent opulence, their lives consist of balls, operas and hunting parties, an endless series of social gatherings across the great cities of...
*Note: This is the third installment in My Tres XXX Amigas. In part one I was new in town and in my job at the university. Marty Sutter was one of my peers in the department. I was taken with her sharp looks and funny sense of humor so I jumped at her invitation to meet her two friends, Sylvia and Lauren, on her porch for summer drinks and laughs. Little di...
I had lost the bet. Now you are going to collect. You tell me you want to be in control. You elaborate, "I want to fuck you like a girl." I wonder what exactly you mean. You say, "You'll see." You tell me to say the catchphrase we agreed to that signals my acceptance. A bet is a bet; I lean over and whisper in your ear, "Your wish is my command." And I pla...