Chapter 3: Interlude! Shamaria sat at her desk in the library. She wore only a silk jacket and a pair of open-toed, high-heel sandals. She was going over the financial sheets of the various factories and mills that the Obsidian Group owned. Beside her hand was the drink that she had been nursing since she sat down. The house was quiet. Like always, the serv...
Author’s note: I’ve gotten great feedback from my stories and to each who took the time to do so, “Thank You!” Several ladies (strangely) have written asking me for more stories about bi-sexual men. I have to admit that I am not bi-sexual. But then again I’m not heterosexual, homosexual or even tri-sexual. I consider myself just sexual. By this I mean that m...
Natalie watched Jaime's hand glide into the clutch purse she had laying open on her dressing table and deftly slide back with a hundred-dollar bill palmed. He did this well because he did this a lot. She might have said something, but, standing behind the boudoir chair she was sitting in and hunched over her, he had one hand covering her left breast undernea...
Chapter 1—Weeping Beauty Brandon clinched Mila to himself with barbarity. She pursued means to break free from his malice. He steeled his hands on her back, sweeping his unruly lips on hers, and then breathing out pensively. She was his bondservant; his wife; the truth was he looked upon her as his wretched slave instead of an attractive, decent woman. "Br...
Hello Preston, Do you remember me? I'm Angela. With me on my knees and with you having a view of the top of my head more than any other part of me, you may not remember what I look like. You may not remember my pretty face. Other than recognizing my big tits, your favorite part of me along with my talented mouth, you may not remember who I am at all, espec...
Chapter 3 She's waiting when I arrive home from work. She holds out her hand for me to kiss. "Go shower and shave, I've laid out your clothes, you've got ten minutes." "Yes Beautiful Mistress." She's laid out a black velvet slave set, grey trousers and a blue pin striped button down shirt. "You're one minute late. That will be five. Now my boots." She's...
The Young Actor Likes Older Women My name is Eduardo and I have a thing for older women. My story starts by confessing I was once a geek. While attending high school in Tampa, I was a skinny, pimple-faced kid with horn rimmed spectacles and a shy disposition. One day I decided it was time to join the cool world, so I reinvented myself. I changed my four e...
My name is Vladimir Rachmaninoff, but some of my high school friends have called me "Vlad the Impaler," because I have a 9" cock that is very thick. I am 18 years old, and a senior in high school. I'm 6'2", 195 lbs. I have midnight black hair and red eyes that tend to freak people out. I'm on the varsity basketball team in the fall and a track star in the sp...
Author's Note: This is a copy written work of fiction, which is for fantasy and entertainment purposes only. Amos Mack labored in the hot, southern, August sun. It was almost 1 pm. He was 25 and a former powerful inner city black gang leader, who had just been released from prison, where he had been serving a ten year sentence for killing a rival gang le...
I do not own the characters (they are owned by Masashi Kishimoto). in this story Naruto and Sakura are both 20 Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze sat in the living room of the Hokage Mansion at night looking at a photo album of his adventures with Team 7 during his childhood. Ever since the end of the 4th Shinobi World War, he found himself reflecting on his time s...