Two weeks later . . . Alissa Willcott walked up to the front door of her parents' mansion and wondered what she should do. There was a time, not so long ago, when Alissa would have just walked right in, after all, this was where she grew up. But having gone away to college, and having learned about her mother's sexual perversions, Alissa suddenly felt like...
INTRODUCTION It's not easy being a love goddess. You doubt me? You think it might be the most romantic, amazing profession in the world? Let me tell you, it's not. Nobody understands me. Nobody. You either. ***** First of all, you think I'm a prostitute. Or, you will once I tell you my story. And that's exactly my point. There's no room for me here....
"36...24...36" I muttered to myself as I turned the dial on the safe. That had been the combination as long as I had worked at the small convenience store. Nobody could remember who set that as the combo. But no one knew how to change it either. At the end of the day I guess it doesn't matter. And at the end of a ten hour work day like this I didn't even car...
Chapter 2: Nothing Is Ever One Sided I'm not totally a prude, not really. I have enjoyed the usual flirtation and double entendre' comments at parties with our friends, I admit it. It's just that I had always fallen short of having sex with anyone except David. In fact, he has been the only one, ever. I guess the nuns must have made a deep impression on me,...
Disclaimer...this is the start of a series of chapters and it starts slow, if mind blowing sex and instant Domination is your bag, come back later, if not read on, its my first attempt at writing and all comments will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy. ***** "You have arrived at your destination" the sickly sweet voice of my sat nav informed me. I...
“Damn. I want to fuck your wife, dude.” Jason had a tendency to always say exactly what was on his mind. He was staring into the living room where Deb was talking with some of our other guests. I just smiled, shook my head and continued to deal another hand of euchre. Today was our 7th anniversary, and to celebrate we invited over several of our closest fri...
********************************** Copyright Jeanne D’Artois July 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************...
He couldn't believe what he was seeing but there was no disputing the truth. Right there -- in the middle of their marriage bed lay a naked black man sporting a huge erection. Which would be bad enough in itself, but the fact that his equally naked loving wife of five years was sitting next to the guy stroking that huge cock of his made things a helluvalot...
We stood on 3rd Avenue, the snow sheeting down, and I wondered how anybody could think about getting naked in this weather. Sandi and I stood on the movie line, like other couples swathed in layer after layer of clothing that almost kept the biting wind from raising goosebumps on us. Gloves, scarves, boots, hats, zipped-up coats and parkas, sweaters, and thi...
His name now was Bat not Bart. In 33 years he never cared for the name Bart, a diminutive of Bartholomew. By shedding one consonant, a little consonant for sure, not even a full sized one like b, d or k, a buxom, long-legged woman with a most pleasing disposition handed him his new appellation. Resorting to sloppy penmanship he even wrote Bat Masters instead...