After the initial shock of the statement, Helen had privately crowed at the thought of her homophobic husband getting it on with the beautiful example of masculinity standing before her. Oh she had no doubt, even before watching the film that this meant the end for George's career, but the wonderful bonus meant that this was the gift she'd been waiting for t...
Princess Lucia Elsworth had been spending the last hours of her nineteenth birthday with two high noble heirs and some maids. The three were sitting in comfy chairs while the maids served their every need. It all went smoothly and without incidents until one very special necklace was picked out of the mountain of gifts that were given to Lucia by the nobles...
*Author's Note: Anny and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Kampala Afrika Jefferson hurriedly searched for some clean clothing. It was already after seven o'clock. She had to g...
The party began and Rose sat looking out at the crowd. It had been awhile since she had attended a party such as this one, but she had to be there. Something inside her felt at home there. The dim lighting and the dark setting put her mind at ease. She sat in the corner, wearing her short dark burgundy velvet dress, catching the eye of all who passed. During...
Author's Note: This story was written some time ago. It became a sort of pet project, to be picked up whenever I felt like it. I am not sure if it is any good, but if you enjoyed the story, then my goal as a writer is fulfilled. Feel free to comment. ***** Projecting the Wild Man From the Jottings of Anna Pollock Spring, summer, autumn and winter. They...
Marybeth Strong could do two things with great proficiency, sell real estate and give head. With the housing market in Metropolitan Detroit in the tank, she found herself doing more of the later in an attempt to facilitate the former. Not that she minded. Quite the contrary, actually, judging by the performance she gave in the foyer of a four bedroom, th...
*As usual, any feedback is appreciated, and this series is very fetish-specific. Enjoy* Chapter 7 The first floor is nothing like you imagined. It is nothing like you ever could have imagined, not in a thousand years. You didn't really know what to expect, that much is true, but you had some semblance of an idea. Maybe an area so dark and eerie that most...
"Pregnant?" I asked. I must have said the word at least five times while Tjen crossed her legs beneath her, my seed still flecking her thighs and gleaming from her sex. Tjen nodded mutely. "But how?" I asked. "The means seems obvious," she said, her voice flat. I put my hands over my face. A foot trod on the ground before the cellar window, showing tha...
Goddess Ashley met me outside of a Panera Bread for the ostensible reason of returning my credit cards to me. She was sitting alone at a small table, drinking a mango smoothie. She wore a white halter top, black shorts, and white high-heeled sandals. Sunglasses stylishly perched atop that luxurious blonde hair. As I approached, I could see her ruminating on...
Kristanna opened her eyes, half-awake she could barely feel her body. She looked around and recognized the room, she was definitely in the dungeon at the mines. As her vision slowly cleared she also recognized the tall security guard standing a couple yards away. Kristanna realized she had no clothes on, and her arms were stretched above her head. She tried...