[Note: This story is protected by copyright, 2019, by the author, and cannot be copied for non-personal use without requesting prior authorisation by e-mailing the author through profile. It is imperative that this notice be kept at the top of any repost.] ***** The 5 hours to our next encounter felt like an eternity. The memory of what she'd just done to...
It was Saturday afternoon. I was sunbaking on my balcony, enjoying the sun on my naked body when I received a text from Bev. "Hi honey, you look gorgeous lying out there all alone." "Come and join me." I replied. "Frank, his friend Mal and I are heading out on the boat for some fun. We would love for you to join us." "Would love to. When are you leaving?...
ONE Just before three and yawning, Paul Stilton dropped into the corner restaurant nor far from his office for late lunch. The place was empty, apart from four bored waitresses. Three grabbed menus. The heavy-shoulder Italian-looking 40-year-old powered through the other two like a military tank to reach Paul's table no longer challenged. As the tip-seeki...
I don’t know what I was feeling; hatred, lust, rage, perversion. Her legs were peeled back around her ears, her cunt weeping, pink and ragged, and her anus, stretched to an unfathomable width as Paul’s flexing cock slammed into it, all fire and veins. But it wasn’t until her eyes met mine, and she smiled this strange, unfamiliar smile as if everyone was i...
This is a fictional story, a figment of the authors imagination, any real-life relations were purely incidental -------------------------------------------------- Chapter One Mercedes sat up, hearing the front door slam shut. She glanced at the clock on the wall as she heard the sound of coats being hung up next to the door.5.35pm. Twenty minutes later th...
Rod was a carpenter by trade. His grandfather had taught him the basics. While other kids of his age were merely playing with their toys, young Rodney was actually making them. Ironic then, that a craftsman au fait with shaping a mortise and tenon to fit like the proverbial glove, would now be installing ready-made bedroom furniture delivered in a flat pack....
It is the end of an ordinary week at work which I have spent doing ordinary jobs for familiar faces in a building with a broken air conditioner. Looking at my boss' diary I see that he has only one appointment left so should be returning to the office any minute. The building is quiet, so I lean back in my chair and take a big swig of water, eyes, closed, en...
On my way home that night I stopped at a lingerie store and bought a couple thongs and a g-string that felt soft on the inside. I was a couple months into a job answering phones for the cable company, so I could afford it. The only thing about that job that was any good was the money. The company and the way we had to treat the customers was absolutely horri...
For those that commented so nicely on my previous Prequel about Chrissy, this is the beginning of the story I wrote first. It is quite a long tale and will be slow to edit and tidy but be patient it will come. As with my other story's this is set in a fictional world where there are no nasty diseases and no unwanted pregnancy. I am a total amateur at this...
With heartfelt thanks to my friend and editor, EvansLily, for spending her valuable time showing me how to turn my scribble into a readable story, and for her patience in trying to teach me to be a better writer. CHAPTER 1 "I mean it, Dave!" Ben was unusually irritated. "Winning the bloody lottery wasn't so great." "Come on." Dave looked incredulous. "No...