Hey readers! Long time, no talk. Where can I even begin?? I have been so...torn...this past year. I've relocated...twice, dealt with a death in the family...I got my first full-time position and quit (it sucked)...so much, so much; but, here I am. I've been sitting on this story for over a year and finally dusted it off. I hope it reads well. Now, as for my...
Everyone in the story is above 18 years. For readers: The following story is purely a work of my imagination and has nothing to do with the celebrities referred herein. This never happened and never will. ***** A couple of months have passed since Vickey's sexual escapade with Alisha Chinai. Needless to say, he was a happy man having found some interesti...
This is an entirely fictitious story and has no relation to any know ship of the Royal navy or any particular set of circumstances. * It was 7.00 am on a typical January Monday morning. It was jut before dawn and a chill wind blew off the sea with a few tentative flakes of snow flying in the wind. The off duty crews of the various submarines that made up t...
We'd both agreed that our holiday would be a chance to explore the kinky side of our fantasies. So when she started to snigger on the plane, I had to know what was going through her dirty little mind. "you know we've got 200 extra cigarettes over our duty free allowance? Well when we get to the hotel, do you fancy playing the naughty customs officer and the...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
I want to record this now before time causes me to forget the details. So, while it is still fresh in my mind, I, Antoinette Marie, first officer of the Spaceship James Cook, begin this account of what happened. At least this is how I remember it. The first thing I should mention is that from the moment I arrived at my duty station on the bridge, I did ever...
[This story takes place in a prep school which prepares pupils for three years after high school for university, from ages 18-20. Previous chapters explored Miss Crawford's introduction to the strict disciplinary regimen as the first female teacher of the boys' school.] Linda Crawford now had completed her second full year as an English teacher at Hamilto...
Melanie sighed as the light came on and the chime sounded. She'd signed on for this duty. She'd even volunteered. But it did get tedious. Standing up, sliding a bookmark into her novel, Melanie waited for the chamber to open. A month ago, she'd been a lieutenant in the Black Navy, defending the planet against off world invaders. The war had been over for fi...
This is a nasty story. There's no love, no romance and little tenderness. The participants do not, 'make love'---they fuck. They do it in every orifice; there's ATM and fucking during menstruation. There is no BDSM, but the sex is not gentle---be warned. I was pulling HQ duty officer one night with an NCO I knew from Vietnam. He was a very sharp, younger th...
Chorea sat at her desk, head in her hands, staring intensely at the scroll in front of her, studying it despairingly. As owner of "Chorea's Exotic Dance Troupe" she was a successful business woman and had many gigs already booked on her calendar, as well as the prestige and cash flow that came from being the sole provider of dancing girls to the Palace. Ther...