Many thanks to DR Griffin for editing this Part 3 Chapter 15 "Master, Slave Shawna and I have finished the dishes may we enjoy each other." "Yes, but my bitch has a toy I want in you to help play. Get that sexy body over here slave and lay across the arms of this chair. Slave Steve, I like your chiselled body and I may enjoy your cream later," as I pul...
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WARNING!! This story contains descriptions of group sex and it is advisable for the ladies to place a protective covering over the chair they are sitting on and for men to have a lubricant available as well as tissue for the clean up. Couples please do whatever you please. The author is not responsible for any tissue damage caused by friction burns or for da...
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world – thesoundandfury. And check out his new novel – Models and Super Spies. Thanks Ken, not only for your editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapter 3: The Shoot Palmer used a company car to pick up Taffy Boyd, a top of the range BMW. T...
For my birthday, my wife Julie and I decided to take a long-delayed trip to Europe. Our teen-age daughter was attending a Gifted and Talented summer school session at the other end of the State, so we were free as birds for the first time in a long while. We'd been to Paris once, on a business trip for me, but had never been anywhere else in Europe. We'd alw...
“Oh Amy, my love!! The show is begun!” I hurried to run a brush thru my hair; I hit a snag and cursed. I, like many others, love my long wavy hair, but maintenance is not its main asset. “You are going to miss out on all the fun!!” I picked up my favorite lipstick, but pictured having to go to a restaurant with a horrible red rush job and said screw it, leav...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of this story to real people or places is purely coincidental. ***** In the shade of a tall black cherry tree, a warm spring breeze lifted the scent of tulip, daffodil and hyacinth in the air. Wooden chairs, carried out the side door of Witness To The Rapture Church, were placed carefully in a circle. The close pr...
Authors note: Just wanted to again mention thanks for the support. Only other thing is that it wasn't my intention to change D'Arc from being the arch-villain in the story; but seeing how Michael Clark Duncan died while I was writing this series; I chose to honour him; Rest in peace Michael; always felt you were an underappreciated actor. Sorry for that sent...
CHAPTER 1 Constantly tired and missing out on dates because he was finishing off an online degree in management at nights and at weekends, and working long days as a personal assistant to Mrs Roberts in an insurance company, Harry Watts spent a lot of time at work thinking about the sex he was missing because he wasn't dating. Harry thought about having se...
"No," he shouted angrily into the mouthpiece, "you'll have it Friday when I'm done," and slammed the red phone back onto its plastic cradle. He snorted contemptuously, then raised his eyes towards the insistent rapping on his office door. "Yes," he shouted. The door was opened by a young man of medium build, well dressed and distinctly scrubbed. He was twe...