Author's Note: Part 4 of Tink and Tave's erotic fairy tale focuses on anal sex. If this is not your thing, you may want to skip to page 2. Something truly magical happens then, setting up Part 5. *** An Erotic Fairy Tale, Part 4 (of 7): Backdoor Voodoo "I bet your mouth could get me ready in no time," I suggested to the naked, short-haired blonde girl...
DAY FOUR. 8AM. I awoke, still holding Maria in my arms. Big Brother had yet to wake us, and she was sleeping softly. I felt the need to pee, and moved myself carefully away from her, without waking her from her slumber. As I walked to the bathroom, I smiled at the memory of last night. Such a sexy woman. Her husband truly was lucky. I wondered if she wou...
As some of my readers already know, I've put up three previous blogs about the case of William Hetherington, a Michigan man who has served more than 20 years in prison because he was convicted -- on questionable evidence -- of raping his wife while they were separated. I began researching the case after being repeatedly urged to do so by one of my blog's rea...
Darla looked up from the hunting pit and screamed in terror. Above her were at least seven Were-Bears, all in hybrid form. At least that's what she assumed they were. No one had told her that there really was other Were races out there. It made sense though, considering what she now knew was out there. Darla frantically searched for Aideen in the forest befo...
When she reached Paris a week earlier Lena had been expecting to stay with an old friend from her college days. Together they had planned excursions to the list of galleries drawn up by her husband and promised each other when that was done they would enjoy the luxury of drinking chocolate together in the Luxembourg Gardens. But she had already boarded the t...
I took special notice on the return trip from Roth's chambers to my own. I was careful to note and remember the direction as I had already decided to return for the dawn meeting. It would be in Roth's chambers I was sure and I intended with the help of Nadar's ink markings and whatever lay within The Key to conceal myself and hear the truths I knew had been...
Growing up in the small town of Harpers Mill was about as boring as you would have expected. Still, if you discount the fact that the town had no school, meaning that the thirty kids living there had to take a hour long ride from the last pickup to the nearby town of Grover, and that there was more cows then people on any given day; the town was close to the...
Jason didn't run into any of the women he planned to see over the next few days during classes, but he did see Lana in the halls. They said cordial hellos and she seemed to want to talk but he begged off saying he needed to get to class. He could feel her eyes on his back as he walked off. 'Fuck her,' he thought. 'She made her choice and now I'm involved wit...
"I COULD WRITE A BOOK" But That Doesn't Mean You Get a Deduction Budding authors, before you sing Richard Rodgers' and Lorenz Hart's 1940 classic song from "Pal Joey", read and heed the lesson United States Tax Court Judge Vasquez gives you would-be best-sellers in Michael S. Oros, 2012 T. C. Mem. 4, filed 1/4/12. Mike worked full-time for Intel (ba-bing,...
I saw an ad for it once when browsing some chastity porn sites: *CyberLock: The most sophisticated mobile chastity app. Download to your own phone, or connect to someone else's, and you can lock yourself or your man up without any keys or any fuss.* Turns out 'no keys,' scary as it sounded, was a selling point. No lock to break, no way to cheat, and worst-ca...