fPompey lay in the back of the wagon and tried to take a nap which was difficult on the bumpy hard packed but rutted dirt road. It was spring and the smell of the fresh flowers and the manure laded fields brought the primal instincts of rebirth and reproduction to all of life. Unlike the many thousands of unfortunates who had perished during the trip Pompey...
***I know it was a very long time in coming but I hope you enjoy the next installment.*** * Rhymis rolls his eyes at Ka'ri and glances over at Hannah's unconscious form on the bed. His slave's cheeks are still flushed from their amorous activities except for the bruise marking the side of her face. Fury leaps back into his chest as he remembers that anoth...
One year earlier Mikhail Barrachiel lay on the bed in the hospital operating room, naked and alone, both in the room and in the larger sense of his life. From the observation area one floor above, a group of doctors viewed him, on the bed, his eyes closed. He looked about 20 years old, a specimen of male beauty to fuel fantasies of women and gay men. He ha...
There are a lot of articles on this site and elsewhere offering advice on either how to become a sensational lover yourself, or turn your partner into either a stud or a raving nymphomaniac. This is not one of those articles. For many, some of the ideas put forward are simply too much for either themselves and/or their partners so what I propose is a far sim...
Since I was in my late 20s, I've placed ads to find couples looking for a third male who can service the wife while the husband watches. I've been doing this for a long time now, and I've been surprised how much demand there is for a polite, courteous, and well hung stranger to perk up marriages. Now I'm in my early 60s, and as I've aged, I've kept up with...
Becky lies lifelessly on the floor after being rendered unconscious by Donna during a wrestling match filled with passion and desire. It had several months since my wife Becky had seen Donna. After their four wrestling encounters their friendship had apparently ended. What was supposed to have been just competitive fun had each time turned into violent cont...
Author's note: This is the first part of a story that is open ended right now. There's no intercourse in this first Chapter; still I hope you'll read it and send me a note if you'd like to read more about Nurse Synge, Captain Wilson and the origins of the Nightingale Sisterhood. The Odd Tale of Nightingale Synge—Pioneer Sexual Therapist Chapter One Some y...
Valerie led what she considered a rather boring life. She was in her 50's, her children were all grown and married and had been out of the house for sometime. Valerie's husband George was a farmer and spent most of his time out in the fields and working on the land allowing little time to be spent with his wife. On the surface, Valerie seemed to be a fair...
"Good evening, Dr. Manville," said Prometheus. Lance opened his eyes. Prometheus was clothed again, and Lance was still not. "What have you done to Dana?" "Dr. Lindstrom is fine. Athena is taking good care of her. Congratulations on your accomplishment. You are the first humans to have survived breeding." Breeding? "Yes, Dr. Manville," said Prometheus....
Michael and Carol were back in her apartment after a terrific evening at her favorite club. At the dance club, he had orally served her with a voyeuristic audience watching and she had come spectacularly. Yet her hunger to take Michael had only been sharpened. Eager to take Michael with a strap-on, she had quickly driven them home from the club and ushered h...