"Screw it. I've been good all week." Renee jumped off her bed and marched herself into the kitchen. She was tired from that afternoon's workout. Hell, she was tired from her last two weeks worth of workouts. Her mind wanted to go to sleep. But her body was not going to let her rest until she gave it what it demanded. Once Gianni had walked out the door of t...
So there I was, in an unfamiliar hotel room, naked and tied up by a beautiful dominant woman. I was on my knees, bent over with my face on the sofa as she penetrated me with a vibrator and slowly caressed my penis which she'd covered in oil. I kept wondering how I'd ended up in this situation. I was having the most amazing time. She had whipped me thoroughl...
There is no sex in this story. There is no dialog in this story. *** It was eight years ago when my wife Marsha got her first shipment of Bette's Beer Shampoo. I didn't understand what all of the excitement was about as she tore open the UPS box, but she was happy, so I was happy. Six brown containers of shampoo that looked exactly like long neck beer bot...
I am dashing around in the kitchen, Sally and Wilma telling me to slow down. Tony walks past when there is a knock at the door he looks over at me then takes my hand and drags me along to the door. When the door opens I see Constance standing there with another woman. I have to look twice to realize it is the policewoman who had volunteered to pick up the mo...
This is the second chapter in this story. You may want to have read the first installment before reading this one. ***** Tira made her way lazily through the forest, looking for lunch. She knew this section of the forest -like she did any other section- well enough that she could easily have taken this stroll with her eyes closed. Step over that root, thos...
(This story is part of the Amorous Goods, A Lit Anthology Series.) Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating th...
"Hey, C.D., these seats are fantastic--you can practically see the stage from here! That's it down there, right? That thing about the size of a paperback book?" C.D. grinned at me, unfazed by my teasing. "Fuck, off, Jake. At least you're here in Madison Square Garden, about to hear your favorite band, instead of sitting at home watching NASCAR on TV, or how...
Master was away on business for two weeks and I have been instructed to keep the house impeccably clean during his absence: this would be subject to a strict inspection on his return and of course there would be consequences for any failings in that regard. Also to keep me on my toes, he planned three Skype sessions at precisely 7PM on the 4th, 8th and 12th...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. Also, if male or female bisexuality offends you, kindly hit your backspace key now. *.*.*.*.*.*.* "Eighteen years lon...
Note from the Author: This story is an original. Except for the use of Hell and other Michigan cities, it's completely fictitious. There is little sex in the story, so if that's what you are looking for you might want to move on. * "Okay Molly, now close your eyes," Drew said as he turned his car into the long driveway of their new home. As he approached...