WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically and therefore new readers should start reading at NOVELS & NOVELLAS > The Touch> Chapter 1 -...
Allergy information: Contains piss and strong body odor. May contain politically incorrect sex. ***** "We have begun our descend towards Tokyo Narita airport. Please make sure that your hand-luggage is securely stowed, and ..." I did not pay attention to the rest of the announcement, I have heard it so often. Instead, my mind returned to the hotel I had bo...
I had to leave. This was going nowhere and I couldn't breathe. Watching him just lying there on the couch, playing video games and not being interested in almost anything else. He played with his Lara Croft look-a-likes 100 times more than me. When I met Jesse in high school, I thought his dimples and large trust fund could carry our relationship forever,...
Returning from my Thursday afternoon class, I saw the fresh sticky note on my college dormitory room door. "Dan. Call your aunt. Today before five if possible." The message, taken by another dorm resident, sounded innocent enough to the casual reader, except I have no aunt. The message was from Eileen Hamilton, a 44-year young farm wife from my home town,...
3. The Hotel: I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guy...
Please note, dear reader, that Sophie likes her name to be pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. She prays you to keep this in mind when reading this story. You might even exercise it a couple of times before you start, she suggests :-) Sophie furthermore wishes you a pleasurable and exciting reading and so do I. This is my story on how I first...
Author's note: This story contains a bit of non-consent sex. Reader discretion is advised. * "They are creatures of the dark." She said in a quiet tone. The elf lady sat nestled in his arms staring out into the darkness. Mule sat behind her with his back to the wall staring blankly at the black all around him. She had been describing the creatures that su...
Chapter 31 I woke up at a little before 7:30. Carla was still in bed next to me, but Holly was up. I gently slid out of the bed and tip-toed… Okay, so I can't tip-toe, but I did walk quietly across the floor to the bathroom. I took care of the morning necessities and slipped into my black gym shorts and t-shirt. The house was quiet. I went into the kitchen...
"I want you to write me a stroker." WHAT? "And then read it to me." "What?" I said and blinked rapidly. "What, what?" I'd never heard the term stroker, but I immediately knew what he meant, sort of. I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. Jordan and I were sitting in The Greasy Spoon diner. He was the only one who knew I wrote erotica. He hadn't read...
The success of Gruber's Labs newest contribution to the scientific community reverberated through the sterile halls unchecked as the revelers downed their intoxicating concoctions in wild abandon. Apparently the small gelatinous mass I irreverently referred to as flubber, had been successful in restoring the neurological damage an ambulatory construction wor...