The light was soft and warm as April looked up from her spot reclining naked on the sheepskin rug in the living room. Her husband had set up the digital camera and a few lights in the corner and was busy checking exposure, making sure all the flash heads were firing, clicking off pictures, and plugging in cables. The candles from her bathroom, now burning on...
This Is a short little story written for a special someone. It is not as detailed as some of my work but I didn't intend it to be more than a little sketch. Kaylee stepped carefully into the grass wearing her new white patent-leather platform pumps with 6" heels and two delicate forefoot straps that made the shoes look a little like Mary-Janes. I held h...
Buggies and Boobs: A Passion in Old Fashioned At last I can relay to someone the experience of a lifetime that I enjoyed not so long ago in the very restrictive home and environment that's hallmark has been a horse and buggy. I was living with my father, mother and 3 sisters in the rural hills and valleys of central Pennsylvania. I was an 18 year old doubt...
Note-this fictional story is inspired by Ashlynn Brooke (best adult movie star of recent years ). Ashlynn, recently retired from a successful career in the adult movie business, had decided to attend evening classes in order to obtain a licence to sell real estate. Her decision to step away from the weekly grind had been a tough choice and after several we...
The club was packed and sweaty. It was more than a little oppressive in the summer heat, but there was no chance now of nipping out for some fresh air: the sound tech had announced the band would be on in five minutes, and they didn't want to lose their spot. Mind you they'd been told the show would start in five minutes more than twenty minutes ago and tha...
Ridges were pushing in from left and right into the distance. They looked like fingers pushing in between each other interlocking. Yes, they looked as dry and brown as the dried and dirty work hands of a redneck pa. Only straight down ran a weak river twisting left and right past the ridges. He could count the ridges into the distance: one, two, three, and f...
My Sweet Fuck, Henry, announced it was time for a shopping spree...as if I really needed anything new. He gave me my own Visa card and said, "Girlie Girl, it is time for a new photo shoot! The sky's the limit, Sweetie. I want to see you in new clothes, new lingerie, and new shoes. And when you get home, I want you try on your new duds in front of the camera...
Sorry. If you're religious, hoping for incest or some thing weird don't bother- I'm sure you'll find another story to suit you. Thank you. ******************************************** She was clever. She didn't ask me to go to church with her. Instead she asked me to accompany her and listen to her sing in the choir. She said there would also be a lecture...
I had been posted on Cyprus with the UK government for six months or so. I didn't get fixed holidays as such. I would get a call from HQ to say that things were 'quiet' and I would grab a few days in Europe. On one such trip I went north to Sweden and stayed on the lovely island of Gotland. It's not really like the rest of Sweden, having a rather exotic feel...
DAY 1 I know I dream, but I can almost never remember what the dream is about. The few times that I have recalled a dream it has been because something has suddenly pulled me from a deep sleep. It might be an unusual noise, or it might be a cramp in my leg, but usually it is because some underlying worry has intruded into my subconscious. I think that is wh...