The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: ***** "No One Out-Fucks Jilnar Jardaly" Hello, all you nasty little boys! This is Mistress Marie. I know that little slut Jilnar told you a filthy little story from when she was my slave-girl. Would you like to hear anothe...
Chp.7 The John in the Hotel Room I wondered if I would catch a ration of crap from John for not being home and having his dinner ready where he got there, but he was in the spare bedroom and didn't come down. I went into the hall closet and rummaged around until I found some wrapping paper, some ribbon and a bow. I wrapped the box with the jersey in it and...
It was the last few days for me in Bangalore, my hobby of displaying myself to women was coming to an end and I thought it had already reached its zenith. Now there was a girl named Aishwarya who stayed near my place. She was a colleague of mine and we knew each other but hardly spoke. She would have to cross my place to go to hers when she returned from off...
Laura was an incredible teacher. Knowledgeable, disciplined, and practiced at finding the right ways to teach Scott the fundamentals about magical theory, the society surrounding it, and some practice. He learned of the five circles of practice - Light, Dark, Grey, the Guardians and the Mortis Circulus - the last of which was reserved for only dead things, a...
DISCLAIMER: Yeah, so obviously, this story is entirely fictitious, it’s strictly not suitable for anyone under 18 and absolutely none of the people, events or anything else described are intended to bear even the most fleeting resemblance to real life. That’s right. Believe it or not, my friends, this is not the goddamn History Channel and you are not watchi...
From a distance of eleven years, it's hard for me to recognize that young girl - awkward and dressed in ragged jeans and a t-shirt, no make up or styled hair, bedraggled and frankly dirty after a long bus ride - who found herself kneeling in front of Barbara's cunt, wondering how to please this uber-rich society bitch on whom depended her next meal. I thoug...
I admit it. I'm the jealous kind. But when you've gota wife as beautiful as mine, who always seems to attract the attentions of every man at every party we go to, well, it's not hard to be jealous. I'm not saying my wife looks for the attention, or that she's ever responded to it – I'm sure she hasn't, in fact – but I know she enjoys it. And it drives me cra...
Tuesday Morning. Jean had arranged a meeting in the Center with six of her friends. Pat, the cataloger who had worked a lot with Jean in Sotheby's and the television programmes. An Aunt and niece, Isabel and Val, who had also worked with Jean at Sotheby's and the television programmes. Lady Margie Watson, who was also on the television programmes but she w...
Author Notes: This is a work of fiction; people and events take place only in the mind of BobNbobbi and nowhere else. As story, Business trip has no before or after; what you see here is all there is. There is also no consideration of why or of consequences. Those who do not care for the theme wife and lover other than husband will really not care for this s...
I lay on my bed in the dark, typing. My husband, via my Apple laptop computer, kept me company. With my hips elevated on three pillows, my thighs spread as comfortably as I could get them, and my rectum practically filled with KY lubricant, I still ached. "This is crazy," I wrote. He came back: "Half an hour. Not a second less." It had been in me now for f...