This is probably the final chapter in this series. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and I wish to thank everyone who commented on the chapters, all your constructive criticism were invaluable. I would suggest reading the spin-off story "The Rise Of The Sex Robots" before reading this final chapter to tie up any loose plot strings. Thanks once again. Enjoy! M...
"Whose ass is this?" Nancy screamed at me as she had me bent over the edge of the bed and fucking me in the ass with her 8" strap-on dildo. "It's your ass Mistress; it has always been your ass!" I replied through gritted teeth. Earlier that evening, my loving wife, came out of the bathroom with her jet black hair pulled back into a bun and wearing black ri...
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Chapter 8 21 Guns and a Flag The grey morning sky, set the mood for the day of Lester's burial. It couldn't have been written into a script any better than nature had done. Familiar faces gathered together, but a pall hung over them and smiles were hard-pressed to find. Little was said, no one really sure what to talk about, in worry of showing any disresp...
I really shouldn't have let Carin go to the restroom alone. She has a habit of getting distracted by something shiny -- or someone -- and not coming back for hours at a time. Or for what seems like hours, anyway; the advent of the cell phone has made tracking her down much easier. A far cry from the college days when I'd find her sitting on the floor of Sun...
I'm always a little insecure sitting in the Uber. Mostly, it's because I'm wearing a black kilt, which is not typical going-out clothes here, but also because even the most cursory look is going to find the handle of our ever present crop. I endure and we remain fairly quiet on the way up. We can hardly chat about the entertainment to come in front of our f...
Chapter 10 The words ring around in my brain but I don't quite believe what I just heard. "No we can't... you can't fuck my pussy... that belongs to my husband... I would be cheating on him...we can't!" I look at her incredulously. "You cannot be fucking serious? I just had my fingers shoved into your cunt and arse and my mouth all over your pussy an...
"Day 33" The sound of seagulls overhead wakes Morgan Bass from his sleep. Instead of his bed in his apartment, he finds himself naked in a bamboo canopy bed in a back patio of a small but modern beach house. He sits up and looks to the beach and the crystal blue waters of the lake with a clear blue sky above. Morgan spots the beautiful Ilona emerging out o...
Passages By Autumn Writer © Copyright 2006 "I hope that you remember that this was not my idea at all, Jeff." "It will be okay, Barbara. Please, just let me keep my mind on the road." He could feel it building, the familiar tension, as the Explorer crept forward on the snow-covered road. Throughout their twenty-nine years of married life she had always l...
The Store: Baggage Saturday, 2:30 pm Tim found himself in the office area, scanning through the delivery schedules for the following week. At the same time, Moz was downstairs dealing with the customers they had in the store. They were mostly "regulars" - patrons who frequented the store most weeks. As he scanned through the schedule Tim almost missed it...