"There you go. All you need now is makeup and you'd make a very pretty gal," Jinx said on a smirk to Cocoy as she adjusted the fucsia and royal blue malong she'd tied off over one of his beautifully muscled shoulders. "That's how women wear the malong. Neat, huh?" Malongs were the ultimate versatile garment. They could be worn as dresses, used as sleeping b...
**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my third first-person sketch: though if I pay any more attention to these things, I'll have to call them "stories." The title gives this one away: it's part 2 of "Beads & Pearls." This episode has the same characters partying down during Mardi Gras, but their second evening takes them on a different path....
A few years ago I joined a fetish site for the express purpose of meeting women to help fulfill a particular predilection of mine. To come straight to the point, I like having girls drink my piss. I like a girl sucking on my cock while I piss. I like seeing my piss stream into a welcoming mouth. Mostly, I love a girl who swallows whatever I give her. I suppo...
6 -- Sunday There was a problem with success; sooner or later you had to face the reality that it was happening, and happening to you. Kim re-read her earnings statement for her last 'confessional' novella with a growing sense of dread. 'How I Became a Catgirl Maid' had sold enough copies that it almost paid her rent by itself, it had enough positive review...
Author's Note: This story picks up directly from Deep Dive (Part 4). ***** It was now mid-March, and we were returning home from a month in Bali. During the first week of our trip, we'd focused our attention totally on Michelle, trying to pack as much as we could into seven short days. After she'd returned home to Switzerland, the next three weeks in...
Ok well I am actually doing this entire story over. After reading the comments, getting discouraged and quitting all together, I've decided to give it one more chance. I've took every comment, negative and positive and made changes. I figured out my problem. I know what I want to say but I'm trying to get it all out at once, making the story seem jumpy. My m...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...
Suzi had never even been to an auto show before, never mind modeled at one. But the three-day assignment sounded simple enough. Dress sexy. Hang around the cars. Attract the attention of every male within 300 feet. Then let the salesman take over. She knew she could do the first three. She was willing to try the fourth. She had chosen her tiniest bikini, th...
AN: Written 2008 A Day at the Office Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball GT and I am not making any profit. All characters are over 18 years of age. ***** Sipping the black liquid in his mug, a shiver ran down Gohan's spine as he drank the cold coffee; its putrid taste waking him from his bored slumber. Shuddering in displeasure as the cold liquid cut...
Author's Note: I'm sorry about the long delay. I was busy most of the time, and when I wasn't, I procrastinated, but I didn't do it because I was trying to be a naughty tease; I had good reason. Like I mentioned, after this story expanded and lengthened, it got more personal. I found it a bit difficult to get back to it without invoking a set of feelings...