So I've decided to write a second episode to this, without kinda finishing the first one. Re-reading it again, it felt like it had reached a natural climax (pun intended), so I thought I might just re-start again as there were some thoughts and ideas I wanted to explore that I didn't there. Reading Episode 1 is not essential. Knowing how to play Hearts is. W...
"Not bad, you look sexy, both of you," Rana Laveau said, and she smiled to herself as she beheld the two gorgeous studs who stood before her in all of their glory. To her right stood Detroit-born Jefferson Keen, a fine piece of chocolate at six-foot-two and two hundred and twenty five pounds. With his wiry yet muscular build, his slick goatee and stylish Afr...
Thanks to everyone who commented and enjoyed my first story. A mate of mine came across a website that you can place ads for adult services. He told me about it so I checked it out for myself. Just to try it out, I placed an ad looking for a young lady 18-22 yrs willing to dress up as a French Maid for fetish, please send picture of yourself. Couple of days...
(Continued from Princil's Magic Chapter 1) Ishtral considered Princil's words. He was like a son. They were close, but now she turned her attention to the issue, she realised there had for a long time been something which had kept them apart. She had sensed, but never interpreted, the glances and occasional gaze from her husbandson. She was reminded that he...
Rachel and I have been talking about a threesome for a couple of years now. To be fair it is more my fantasy and she has indulged me with it. To begin with Rachel would just listen and play with my cock while I talked about it. She was always surprised in the early years of our marriage that the fantasy revolved around her getting another cock to play with a...
2. "Really, Solande he's not much to look at - not what I've come to expect from you at all. He's not quite up to your usual standards, is he?" This was true: Gyorg was not a handsome man. The slave's face was too thin, the skin still sallow from his time in the mills, and though clean-shaven, there was little sign that he had ever been able to grow much o...
Assignment (1,000 words min): Write a first-person narrative short story, in the form of an internet diary entry. *Includes Footnotes!* I'm continually on the lookout for new and interesting experiences (i) (especially if the experience involves two women and a video camera), and I'm always keen to meet new people, so really it was only a matter of time b...
"Sam, Tracey. Tracey, Sam." Tracey shook my outstretched hand a little tentatively, as if she wasn't sure what I might do with it next. She was holding herself stiffly, obviously a little nervous, and in an almost inaudible voice she said hello to me and then turned to look at Amy, seemingly for reassurance. "I've told Tracey all about you, Sam, so you'd...
By EgmontGrigor2020 The weekend after McKenna Buchanan arrived in the city, he boarded a bus five miles away from the city centre to begin his new job at the City Council. A female was the only new person to board the bus at the next stop. As she drew near, McKenna clearly said good morning clearly and she sat immediately in front of him without even nod...
Wanda showed Victoria around the closer edges of her large garden; the lawn was impeccably trimmed and wed free, various blooms such as blood-red roses shone out like beacons. A gardener tending the plants stopped and bowed as they approached. "That's OK Bradbury, you may carry on. You're doing a very good job; you do enjoy giving your time to arrange thing...