The morning after the super bowl I wrote up my resignation letter and e-mailed to my manager. He called me instantly and tried for an hour to get me to reconsider. After all his pleading and offers of a raise he finally accepted I was not going to reconsider and gave up. I told him I would be back in Chicago in a week to hand in my credit card and all the re...
Author's note: This is the sixth and last part of a multi-chapter story. I recommend reading the previous instalments if you haven't done so yet. + As usual my thanks go to my editors, Stattion and Joffa. Everything that's right is their work. Everything that's wrong is my fault. +++ Chapter 06: Dolores' Recovery In the morning I was reminded of the fa...
"Silly girl, if I die there will not be enough of me left to raise form the dead." His smile was somewhat terrifying, showing too many teeth. She gasped as he shoved into harder, the tip of his huge penis ramming into the very deepest part of her. He let out a growl, "I think it's my turn now." She whimpered slightly when she felt him sliding his hips b...
Growing old is not for sissies. I lay on my belly on the urologist's table with the nurse's strong index finger up my ass massaging my prostate and my useless pecker hanging down and swinging over an emesis basin put there to catch the juice. It was Wednesday afternoon and like every Wednesday afternoon my boggy prostate was taking punishment it didn't deser...
I awoke late the next morning, Saturday March 7th, grateful that I had nothing scheduled for the entire weekend. I probably could use all the time I had to recover from my exertions last night at the Candidate Ceremony (WVC Ch.9). My butt was so sore that couldn’t sit down, so I spent all day in bed. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised to see how flami...
C'est La Vie. That's life. For as long as Michael had known Melissa, this had been her dream. Not just a night club but a palace, one dedicated to debauchery and sexual excess; a place where people were free to indulge their desires. It was her grand experiment in the realm of the sexual, a fantasy that she had worked hard to make into reality. Melissa was...
I felt disheartened as I sat in the car, waiting for Victor to leave. I felt paralyzed, in shock, my eyes focused on the door of the apartment building, waiting for it to open and Victor to walk out. The images ran through my head, of Jen straddling Victor and her long blonde hair swaying across her shoulders as she moved up and down on his cock. I couldn't...
Chapter 12 The Color Barrier as Bill Saw It & Albert Spalding Bill's host, the Reverend Howard Pentecost's brown eyes crinkled at the corners. "C'mon," he said, "we'll be more comfortable in my office." He led me up the aisle to the front of the church then turned to the right. We went through a door and I found myself in a small, but very comfortable off...
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Xanadu may not be the 'Stately Pleasure Dome' of Kubla Khan's poetic decree but it is probably the best members-only sex club in the world. It is dedicated to the erotic pleasur...
Ch. I: Murder in 33-B "Damn it Ray, you know I'm good for the money. It's not like I'm asking for a great deal of cash, just a few G's to get Roscoe off my back." Joe, barked into the phone. Joe was silent as the person on the other end of the phone line spoke. After a few seconds, Joe's face turned ugly before slamming the phone back on the hook. "Damn tha...