The cool fall air really lifted April's spirits. The cool breeze raised goose bumps on her bare legs. She wore her old cheerleader shorts, a hoodie sweatshirt over a Camp t-shirt and scruffy white sneakers. She'd been coming to this Camp since she was a little girl. She and her brothers had been camp counselors in High School and she'd worked summers as a he...
My name is Howard Alabaster but you can call me Whitey. I’m a young Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Anyone looking at me sees a six-foot-two, lean White male with reddish hair and pale green eyes. I’m a lot more than that, friend. Being born into the Alabaster family of provincial Ontario has its privileges. My family owns a lot o...
Bobby Joe was a strange sight working behind the counter at Mike's body building supplies. She was pale, her body soft and round her clothes dark and Gothic. She liked the Gothic look; sometimes she would even wear Steampunk to work. Mike didn't care; he had spotted her hanging out listening to her cheap mp3 player in front of the local gym almost every day...
I turned the key in the lock on the front door. My cock was already throbbing in anticipation at what might await me inside. It was the last Friday night of the month and the kids were staying over at their grandparents. I had just stopped for a couple of drinks with some work colleagues on the way home. I could hear soft music playing in the lounge and thr...
Cherry’s day had been perfect. Her fiancé, a wonderful man, had taken her out to dinner at a classy restaurant, giving Cherry the perfect excuse to dress in her sexy black skirt, matching black heels and garter, and a low cut top that showed off her cleavage. She’d had a wonderful time teasing her fiancé and the male half of the restaurant. Cherry smiled to...
(Authors Note: Of course everyone in this series is over 18) * Most people don't know that the Japanese government still employs shinobi. This is because most people who discover the existence of modern day shinobi only do so at the closing moments of their lives, usually just before a sharpened implement pierces the brain and blackness takes them forever...
So many people see D/s relationships as solely about sex, about torture and humiliation. My view is different. The relationship between a sub and his lady is just that, a relationship. Both give and both take and, more importantly, both love. For me the gothic lady in leather, wielding a whip, rich and beautiful seemed as likely and as clichéd as it could be...
Back when I was a recent high school graduate in Wisconsin, my parents thought it would be a great idea for me to take a job as a farmhand on their friend's dairy farm. My father said the hard work would build character. I pretended to protest the idea, but I actually could not wait. The owner had three absolutely gorgeous daughters, who were coincidently vi...
The drive back to the Summers Residence was quiet and tranquil. Buffy never uttered a single word since they left the restaurant. Angel was feeling extremely guilty, mostly because the scene Darla displayed at the restaurant. Angel hoped that this event wouldn't change things between him and Buffy. While he was driving, he let his right hand find hers. She a...
She shivered with the cold, and pulled her cloak closer to her body. How she hated the cold winter night and would not be out in them if she had a choice. She would much rather be in front of a roaring fire, watching the flames leap & dance than be out on such a night as this. Still, needs must when the devil drives as her kindly old Nurse used to say. Ther...