WTF? What's going on here? Why am I strapped down in this chair? Fuck my head is fuzzy. Why does my face feel cold and sticky? The room smells like sex, where am I? Shit, it looks like my guest room. Where's my wife? Where's Doreen? I'm 41 and married to the most beautiful woman I know. Course she's very high maintenance, daddy's little angel you know? I me...
Dinner at the Quicks Tom Quick was excited. A week ago he and Alice Elton had fallen in love. It was a whirlwind romance, as they say, starting with the mutual recognition of the Tom's and Alice's enormous common interests. They were both possessed of uniquely rich sexual imaginations, razor-sharp intellects, straight-on honesty, and the ability to accept s...
*Thanks for the positive feedback! Let me know what you think... AnyaLeena* * Conor stared at the three background checks that lay before him. He told himself that he was merely doing his duty by looking after his citizens. That was a lie. He leaned back in the rickety chair. It, like everything else in the sheriff's office, had seen better days. The pal...
Vera Starikovich grew up in Crystal Springs, Mississippi, a small town just south of the state capital of Jackson. In July, in the year when she was still 13 years old, she realized that she was pregnant. Although very young and perhaps naive she nevertheless was savvy enough to ascertain her condition by herself. Because she had missed two periods, aware of...
Disclaimer: This story is based in the Shadowrun [TM] universe and uses language, game mechanics, and other elements which are assumed to be copyrighted material of Fasa Corporation. The setting referred to as the CDZ, the rules governing it and the majority of the characters are creations of the author and use the rules set forth by Fasa Corporation. * * *...
This is the story about how I finally got up the nerve to kiss Kerry Lynn, a beautiful TransLady who I became enthralled with due to our relationship as COP/Prostitute; both of us working the streets. Make no judgements about her lifestyle; she was a beautiful person inward as well as outwardly. * I was a seasoned police officer at the age of 35. I knew m...
Sunshine. Warm blue sky; soft gentle breeze; seagulls’ laughter drifting in and out. Perfect day for a picnic. She’s packing a light lunch. Peaches, soft fuzzy skin taut over perfectly ripe, juicy flesh. Her hands caress the fruit as she places it carefully in the basket. A wedge of brie, still cool, will warm to runniness by the time she gets to the b...
Research. That's what was needed. It would be worth it. Finding a policewoman to date isn't easy, but I had a plan. I spent months lurking in the shadows, figuring out which streetwalker was the police decoy. And that wouldn't even be the hard part, I reminded myself. I'd have to pretend I didn't know that she was the decoy. Finally, I figured it out. T...
Home Savvy Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend, works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, bondage, softcore, lingerie, toys, consensual, reluctant. A little bit of spoof here, referencing home decorating shows that ran in early 2000's... *************** Chapter 2 - Home Savvy...
Meet Jarrod Willer, a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. He recently moved there from the South Side of Chicago, Illinois, where there are shootings every weekend. Jarrod is studying Criminology at Carleton University and slowly adjusting to his new digs in the Canadian Capital. The brother desperately missed his hometown of...