The evening of July 2, 2004 continued on. It was Lindsay Lohan's 18th birthday, and she had met Me and my slave emmy at the Empire State Building. We had spent most of the afternoon and evening in her room, making love together. Lindsay had expressed a desire to be My slave, as emmy is, and now, under My direction, she was starting to make love with a bellbo...
FLAMES AMONG THE CEDARS. This story is entirely fictitious. The main characters and their prior experiences are inspired by those in my stories, "Cedar Hill Cheerleaders" chapters 1 to 8, and is a prequel to "Cottage 69 Ch 1". The bridge described below was in part inspired by the original "Long Gully Bridge", Sydney, Australia. -------------------------...
Author's Note: Someone far smarter than I once said: "Every love story is a ghost story, and vice versa." This is a long, slow piece without a much sex, and what sex there is, isn't very explicit. So, please stop here if that's what you're looking for. The idea here came to me during a very dark time, and the humor of it was exactly what I needed then. I...
Shoe stores were specialty stores until around the mid 1960's. Then they became part of the total clothing store picture that we know today. This story takes place immediately after WWII when women's full fashioned nylon stockings became available again after being used to manufacture parachutes and other materials for the United States during the war effor...
So, I am walking down the street holding the hand of a beautiful woman who, just five minutes previously, had her hand down the back of my jeans caressing my lace panty-covered arse and finger fucking my asshole. The once hot cum in the front of my panties is now cooling against the front of my crotch as I try my best to walk, still weak at the knees, down t...
I had nearly finished using my new snow blower to clear not only our driveway, but most of the neighborhoods. Finally not being able to feel my fingers I had to call it quits. I came in to find you stirring a pot of something that smelled heavenly. "Hey good lookin what ya cooking" I called out. "Unless you get some better lines, not a damn thing," came t...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Raven Reyes found herself in a very familiar position, stuck in the middle of her wives. Sadly it was one of the few times that she wasn't getting fucked in the process, but that would come soon enough. And so would she, she thought with a smile. Which quickly...
I didn't think it was possible to get any luckier in these last three months. After all, I was already pushing my good fortune thanks to Alison Brie. I pushed it by actually meeting the gorgeous, irresistible star of "Community" and "Mad Men" three months ago. Then I really pushed it by getting lucky enough to sleep with her not long after. I really should...
Emmy and I make it home to my front door unseen, much to my relief, our crotches are still soaking wet from Emmy pissing on me not more than 5 minutes before. We stumble in the house punch drunk with passion and I make my way straight to the drinks cabinet to pour us both a stiff drink. I notice Emmy wandering into the kitchen and when I walk through to hand...
In Chapter One, my slave emmy and I met Lindsay Lohan in New York City, on her 18th birthday. She had just been dumped by her boyfriend Wilmer Balderrama, and our kindness led her to spend the day with us... a day that ended with my taking Lindsay's virginity. After her orgasm, emmy, now nude, crawled onto the bed with us. I smiled as I saw my slave crawl i...