When I returned from lunch it was lying with the rest of my mail in a pile on my desk. I get videotapes in the mail all the time—I'm the co-owner of a video editing and production firm—but this one caught my eye because it was hand-addressed personally to Mark Bernier, in block letters, with no return address. I was bored with the editing job I was in the m...
*Author's Note: To truly enjoy this story please read the first four parts in category - First Time* Surma looked gorgeous as she walked into Flurry's. She was dressed in a fawn, starched stiff, cotton Sari. Flurry's was a cake shop on Park Street in Kolkatta. They served the best cold coffee on the planet. Rakesh had never seen Surma in a Sari until no...
It's hard to be a smoker. First of all, it's a social class identifier. Beautiful people rarely smoke anymore. Working class people smoke, and if you smoke, odds are you are either working class, or from a foreign country. Second, you have to put up with moralistic behavior from your friends and co-workers. You know what I mean. Third, there's no place to...
This story can be seen as a sequel to my recently published story, The Smoker. However, it can be read on its own if you have not, or do not want to, read the previous story. The Smoker received a mixed reaction. I am grateful for the encouragement I received, both online and off line, for the story The Smoker. In this story, Mary kicks the habit, and some o...
Douglass and Rachael Masterson were driving from the great state of Montana. Helena, Montana to be exact, in route to Topeka, Kansas in November, to see their parents for Thanksgiving. It had been snowing for days through the mountains of Wyoming and upper Colorado, and the roads that Doug and Rachael were traveling were very slick at some points and were fa...
After a long day at work I enjoy relaxing with my wife wile we watch TV or a movie then retire for the night and make love. I have often joked that I needed to buy stock in a condom company with the number of them we use. If you saw my wife you would understand, standing about 5 foot 7 with her measurements 36D-24-34 are just descriptions of her frame and do...
I awaken with the sky, a few birds chirping outside. As I sit up I hear a wagon moving about, not from my window I am facing the outside of town. I get my clothes on glad to be done with the round eye get up then leave my room a revolver in hand to check on the prisoner. I find Ishmael perched atop a chair snoring a little with the Winchester in his hands....
She felt Larry before she saw him, his big warm hands sliding over her arms to massage her shoulders through her white silk blouse. Vicky gasped and spun her office chair around to face him. She was getting a little tired of this! Larry smiled innocently, pulling his hands away and stepping back. The office junior was just out of college and looked every bit...
"Whoa... I don't know about this..." Kevin protested. Kevin and his girlfriend Jessica were visiting his friends Mike and Nikki who'd just moved into a new house by the lake. It was a humid summer weekend, and after Mike grilled up some steaks on the deck overlooking the water, the four of them had decided to go for a swim. Jessica insisted that she needed...
As with the Femdom Family Album, the photos that should accompany this story are omitted due to copyright issues; but descriptions are included in brackets. It should go without repeating that all of the women are plain, or even what some unenlightened might call ugly. ***** Plainly Powerful The Mildred Walker Story The story of a remarkable woman who le...