This is a work of fiction. It should not be taken as a guide for your real life activities and I take no responsibility for your actions. All rights protected under the Berne Convention, all similarity to persons living or dead is solely coincidental and unintentional. * PROLOGUE Would you allow a beautiful stranger to seduce, blackmail and ruin your li...
I wake up to the sounds of the late-trash truck, birds outside our basement window, dogs barking from their yards at the trash truck, and the boisterous chatter of old black women on their way to church. I mean really, who the hell goes to church this early in the morning?? Oh yeah, and my ol' man is bawling through our apartment for me. "Well, this is goi...
Dear Reader, My kinky take on Snow White and her seven little men. This story is in one part and is longer than any I have previously submitted. There is some sex involved... ;) but the build up to it takes a while. So if you are looking for a quick "wham-bam-thank-you-mam" you should consider moving on... Reader beware: My style is verbose and long wind...
This story combines my love of bile-riding, the outdoors and redheads! I hope you enjoy it too. Please leave a vote or a comment if you did. Thank you for reading. ******** "Whoa, careful!" It just came out like that. I didn't have any time to think - I was vaguely worrying about the cars, as you do, although the traffic was fairly light. So when she appe...
Foreword: My entry into the Winter Holidays Contest. It's a short First Time scene set in an English market town back in the late 70s. Some of the terms and expressions might seem odd to some readers, but I hope the context in which I've used them gives an indication of meaning and doesn't interrupt any flow. Apologies for any errors which remain in the te...
"Haven't seen tits this big all week," grumbled the janitor to himself. And that was saying alot, considering the heavy workload that Jacob Renquist was putting in lately. Back when the 50-something bluecolloar wage-slave had just started this gig, the worst he had to clean up was graffitti, and dried-up wads of gum. But those day were gone forever. The dor...
(or "Lust Comes in a Little Black Dress") ***** "Dealer shows seventeen . . . and draws a four. That's twenty-one, and you bust, sir." The dealer reached out to scoop up the meager number of chips from in front of me, arching one eyebrow as he nodded towards the remaining pile sitting near my half-empty beer glass. "Would you like to purchase more chips, s...
For years I attended a summer camp. Every year as school crawled toward the end of the spring semester, my thoughts would turn to the grounds of that place, Camp Chippewa. My parents sent me as a camper for years and when I was too old for that I signed on as a counselor. The counselors were mostly teenagers and very young adults, with very few staff members...
It began with a dress. She had always loved it. Loved how men looked at her when she wore it. But she always felt a little guilty. She had built her rep and her career on being being smart, forthright and right pretty much all the time. She fought the office battles on equal terms and never allowed her sexuality to come into it. So why did she feel such a a...
He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he became, and the better his plan at abducting her developed. He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday morning from her car to the...