This opening scene is a flashback....a New Year's Eve bash in Sydd's condo, after some very delicate 'housecleaning' at the firm—let's just say that Sydd had initiated some 'tidying up' that resulted in a 'clean sweep'....[see Sydd-'The Board Room'].... *** The condo is filled with revelers....the door chimes once again....Sydd opens it...Avia flanks; R an...
A number of guidelines were introduced at all prisons. These guidelines went beyond new standards for social behavior reform; they extended to create new standards of sexual reform as well. One standard, concerning continence-masturbation in particular-proved to be a particularly taxing problem. No matter the efforts, this sinful deed continued to occur with...
Bob Gordon got off the bus and hurried to his walkup studio apartment. Once he was safe inside and the door was locked behind him, he turned on the computer that dominated his living space and made a pit stop in the bathroom. While the toilet was still flushing, he returned, removing his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair and waiting impatiently...
It all began with Sophia's ridiculous dare. We'd been sitting at Mason's Coffee Shop late one spring afternoon, sipping mochas (low-fat milk with whipped cream!) and taking a well-deserved breather from life as graduate students. As usual, Melinda was tapping away on her iPhone, texting as if she'd forgotten how to talk like the rest of us, somehow managin...
My husband and I live on a very large tree farm in Northern Appalachia. The size of the property and the remoteness of the house permit he and I to go nude whenever the weather permits. He is very supportive of the fact that I am both an exhibitionist and I am also bisexual to a point. I have a small circle of girlfriends that come to our house and enjoy the...
This is a flashback to high school days. As in my previous stories, all characters are over 18. ***** As I noted in the first part of my "Sarah's ride home" story my boyfriend in high school was a major pot dealer to our friends. Also by reading that story you would know I was also quite the babe in my high school days. I was a petite, busty blonde. I had...
Apparently, as a biracial Muslim woman of Lebanese and Somali descent, I'm supposed to be quiet, oppressed and submissive. Right now, I'm shoving my fist into the anus of one Bilal Abdirahman, and he's squealing like a miserable little bitch. While topping my bound and hapless Black male sub, I'm wearing a red bra and matching panties, along with my high-hee...
All day Solomon sat in the Carleton University library, wondering how in hell he was going to extricate himself from the mess his life had become. He owed the school over two grand, and even though he qualified for a reduction of twelve hundred bucks, due to an international scholarship, they just told him he missed the deadline. It was too late for him to f...
Author notes: Angel_ Love.. thank you for the support and guidance you have given me. * Jean woke up at seven o'clock, just as her alarm clock started to buzz. She sleepily rubbed her eyes, wondering why she had set the alarm to wake her so early. Looking at the time, it struck her. This was the day that she had been looking forward to for so long. She stre...
As the light rail car came to a halt and the doors opened, Alvin Kotzwinkle turned up the collar on his top coat and pulled it tighter around him. The blast of winter air was bitter, almost as bitter as his resentment. He'd been at work the day before, slaving away over the charts and tables at his uncle's accounting firm when the phone rang. "Kotzwinkle."...