Author' Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa, Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own sexual experiences is "Vixen," the alter ego of a model. Now I have written different stories about my life; my inner mind and p...
Ch. 3 -- Cumming home We lay like that for a little while, Sean now half on top of me. And I could still feel that cock, still hard, pressing into my thigh. Soon, his hand was again at my crotch, lightly stroking my swollen lips. Yes, they were tender, but slick with juice. and the more he stroked, the less it was painful tenderness and the more it was urge...
Back in the quarter, Doug stood in front of his mirror in his bathroom and tried on yet another shirt. This one he liked, black silk and with just the first couple of buttons opened, it was his idea of looking sexy. Wearing a pair of black chinos and dress shoes, this was his "club wear" and his cock stirred in his pants as he thought of the erotic delights...
This is the story of the wildest night of my life, a night I spent on an overnight train from Paris to Venice with two gorgeous women, one of whom I met for the first time that night. I was 22 at the time and in the middle of my post-graduation backpacking trip through Europe. I'd started out in the UK and eventually made my way down to Spain and Portugal be...
So here I am, incorrigible as always, with the second chapter of Damien Chandler's misadventures and coming of age. I hope you like this chapter. Your votes, comments and private feedback mean the world to me, so please leave them on the way out. A shout of thanks to my editors KatieTay and NaokoSmith, without whose help this chapter would probably have bee...
As Natalie drifted into consciousness she felt that familiar feeling of SIR'S big, warm hand sliding down her silky tummy into her wet pajama pants. Being careful not to betray the fact that she was awake she concentrated on the delicious feel of those big, warm fingers as they teased their way down through her downy, damp hair to find her little business. S...
Foreword: This tale has been floating around in my head for a while. A different take on the old pulp fiction detective novels that I read when I was a kid. I hope everyone enjoys the ride. :) I.D. ------------------------------------------ I could tell as soon as Dani showed her in that this dame was trouble. No, not that she was trouble, but that she w...
From up above came a heavy whirring sound. Jon Ward, Mark's father, was up in a large tree that loomed threateningly over his house. He had hoisted himself high up in its branches and started cutting off the branches with a small two-handed chainsaw. Mark had decided to bring his friends home after school and the lot of them gawked upwards, watching in amaz...
Randall Meechum's POVDallas FBI Field Office "Randall! Get your ass in here!" I had just walked out of the empty office where I'd ducked to talk to Talia and was walking back to my desk in the cube farm when she yelled for me. Senior Agent-In-Charge Rosalie Martinez was poking her head out of her office and was pissed. I didn't know what I'd done, but it r...
"… I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall--I will do such things,-- What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep." Shakespeare King Lear II,iv,278 "Revenge sho...