"That's a good little, sissy. I told you that you could take the whole thing." I feel a sense of ashamed accomplishment as her smooth balls rest on my chin and I smell her intoxicating mix of pomegranate and a hint of musk as my nose crushes into her flawless, taut torso. This was the last time. It had to be. We couldn't keep sneaking around waiting for a ch...
Being a young lawyer with a solo practice generally means taking whatever clients you can get and being grateful about it. Okay, so maybe Jenny wasn't that young. She was nearly 32, but still at the start of her career. Often, she wondered if working her ass off in college and going to an ivy league law school was more of a curse than a blessing, given how...
Chapter One In 1805, Rebecca Thompson was the eldest child and daughter of a reasonably wealthy grain merchant. She and her family lived in the small town of Newport in Shropshire; her mother had some pretensions of grandeur, but Becky (as she was mostly known) had little interest and anyway, besides the county ball, there was nothing to be grand about. Co...
This is a bit of an epic story, far longer than any I've submitted so far and, if comments are favourable, I'll continue with another chapter. Like most of my stories it features people who appreciate a woman's natural scent, some squirting and watersports and women with a fuller figure. I'm interested in how the relationships in this story might develop....
1 Bigots The firm was not without its bigots. Though Sydd had gotten there by talent alone—her first case was sexual and gender discrimination...she brought in the client—a wmn, just like herself: educated, professional, sophisticated; discriminated against, and highly put out—she won big—really big—and the 'big daddies' couldn't just let her walk....so an...
Winter Sunshine (1) ------------------ Friday, 18 October ------------------ The old Jaguar sped along the main road, the harsh noise of its engine echoing off the stone walls of the row of cottages on the edge of Eastbrook. It quickly climbed the steep slope of the hill, its headlights cutting through the early morning mist. Past the neat rows of new ho...
Gentle reader, welcome to my story, my entry in the Winter Holidays contest. It is a tale of murder, intrigue, and steaming, raunchy sex. If you will be just a little patient with me, we will get to the sex soon enough. I'd like to offer my sincere thanks to my sagacious editor, legerdemer. As the first rays of the dawn peered into his apartment, Bedrich...
"...Amen." Father McNamara bestowed a friendly smile upon his congregation, and bade them all to go in peace. To his relief, Mrs Barton and her flirty daughter hadn't come to the evening service. He hadn't seen either of them since the extraordinary events a week ago. All the usual faces were there however, but the two nuns who had entered as he began his s...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. **** January 1st, 2015 Mia got me this journal for Christmas and said I better use it. So here goes. She said it's for private stuff. Thoughts and dreams and fantasies. Ha! Wouldn't she like to know all that stuff! Maybe that's her plan, to sneak in here and steal this someday, after I...
Author’s Note: My apologies on the delay of this chapter. Real life has kept me quite busy. Over the last several weeks, I’ve had to give myself a crash course in using Flash, to get a website up and running, and the prenatal birthing classes have been booked back to back over this month (a baby girl is due in November, the first female born on my side of th...