SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. Here we are with a more steamy update. Many thanks towards the fierce supporters in Tweetland, JazCullen for being an ace proofreader, Asylum for his editorial skills and The Guild for their continuous support. I'll be adding a new chapter to my other on story on my blog, need a bit of cooling down myself after this o...
Blake scrubbed her body clean in Leo's shower desperately wanting to get the smell of sex with Leo off of her. It had been a week since her sessions with Selena the young Starlet is now on a plane to Florida so she can do her summer tour. Blake washed her hair thoroughly hoping to wash away the memory of being on her hands and knees while Leo fucked her pu...
Stacey shifted nervously from side to side as she stood waiting for her drink at the poolside tiki bar. She had been trying to tactfully get away from Jax, a tall muscular black man, for over an hour to no avail. He wasn't a bad guy and truth be told he was very good looking but she had a boyfriend. "I know right?" She replied. She wasn't even sure what Jax...
ONE The maitre'd's eyes opened as the hostess escorted the woman with her child into Tollozo's. My God, that's the tallest woman I've ever seen, Felix thought to himself. Tall, REAL tall, blonde and quite stacked...but her kid is in a classy suit...no that can't be a kid, he's balding...he's a fuckin' midget! Oh, yeah...that's Ambrose Gunn, I'm wearing...
This story is complete on its own, but it is also a second version of the original 'A Story For Mister'. Please read both... tell me which one you like better! ps. If you've already read the first one, the new text starts after the line break. * "I like the way you were excited when you opened your email and saw this message. I like that you have probably...
It all began with Him telling me we were having a party for the Superbowl. To most that would seem like nothing out of the ordinary, but to me, it made my mind race. Maybe I should back up a bit and explain the relationship so you might understand. You see, He is my Dominant and I am his anal submissive slut. That means that He directs what i do daily and...
Disclaimers: • This story is an experiment in surrealism. • This story contains foot-fetish and non-foot-fetish scenes and concepts. Prison Bitches by J. F. Gargiulo When Kimberly woke up, she stretched her arms and legs. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She yawned and sat up. And promptly hit her head on the ceiling. "Ow!" she cried, rubbing her f...
It was Friday night and I had no plans. I'd broken up with my girl friend a few weeks earlier, and had been wanting to play the field. I decided to go and get a couple drinks at my favorite dive bar downtown. It was a local pick up joint, and it was where I had met my former flame. I wasn't really looking for love, more like a good buzz and a quick fuck. I...
The torch in Cecilia's hand illuminated the dark corridor of the catacombs, as she carefully walked around the corner, sword in her other hand. She moved in such a way so as to minimize the noise of her plate armor, just in case something was waiting in ambush. As Cecilia rounded the corner, she peered into yet another dark and damp corridor. Her torch cast...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Chapter 9 Once off the bus Mark snuck to his house as good as he could. Hiding behind bushes and hedges whenever he spotted someone. He really didn't want to run in any of his neighbours with this big pink shopping bag. It would mean nothing but trouble since he realised f...