PS: as usual from my lawyer: names, places, incidents are all fictional and used for entertainment purposes only. Any similarity is purely coincidental and unintended ... blah blah blah, enjoy the show folks! ******************** "Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" Adam thought franticly as he hid behind a pallet of tile clutching the department phone to his chest. The ba...
Note from author- My crossover story featuring the sixties tv shows the Avengers (UK) and the Man from Uncle. I have incorporated the Girl from Uncle tv episode 'Mother Muffin Affair' for plot. Adult movie stars Chanel Preston as Emma Peel and Ryan Driller as Napoleon Solo. ***** ACT 1- Oh, to be in England. London, England. Hackney Wick to be more precis...
For the second morning in a row, I woke up wearing, dried cum encrusted, women's underwear. As I awoke, I could feel the skin of my cock stuck to the cage. It was uncomfortable but bearable. It took a minute for my eyes to focus. As they did, I looked over at my bed. In it, my wife and her handsome lover were still asleep in each other's arms. I had spent th...
I call Lust first thing. I feel sick, dialing the number, and even sicker when the receptionist puts me through. She used to know who I am, but now there's nothing in her voice at all. Lust wants to come around on Saturday afternoon, when I'm at work, to pick up some more of her stuff, and that's fine by me; we should have stopped there, but I try to have a...
The sound of a generic incoming text woke me. Who, I asked myself, would be texting me at the ungodly hour of... let's see... ELEVEN in the morning on a Saturday? Especially when it felt like someone had dropped an anvil on my head. I tried to remember what had happened the night before. I had gone out for some drinks with coworkers and former coworkers and...
"Are you sure about this?" I asked Sasha for the fourth time. She didn't even answer this time; instead she just grabbed my hand and led me right up to the front of the line. And sure enough, the two of us - dressed to kill and armed with dicey-looking fake ID's - talked our way into the hottest dance club in Las Vegas. Inside, my senses were immediately as...
My Husband has asked me to write this. I suppose it's a kind of a confession, perhaps for us both. I owe him at least this. Though it is not an apology. It will tell many things about the last year of our marriage. (That's wrong, our marriage isn't over, yet.) It infers many things about the previous years in our relationship too. The events in the last year...
I laid on the sun lounger in my parents garden enjoying the sun on one of the rare hot days we get in the uk. The sun's heat feeling good on my skin. I was lucky enough not to be working on a day like this but that was because I didn't have a job or much else to do. I lived with my parents down near the south coast of the U.K. because of dad's job. And me b...
Be careful what you wish for A wintery night closes about the ill-lit streets of Prague; winds trample coldly through, where hours before horse-drawn traffic, street merchants and shoppers did the same. Above a kitchenware shop off Havelská , an old house on an old street, Rebecca bathed. She lay back, hot bath water lapping at her neck, nipples two small i...
I work for an insurance company as an Assessor. It's strange, but some people seem to think that insurance companies are run by generous and gullible idiots who will listen to their sob story and then throw money at them. It doesn't quite work that way. Our helpful people will certainly listen to your sob story but before they throw money to you they often h...