A man in a designer suit sat relaxed in his seat, he stared across the white tablecloth, over the uneaten bread at his date, who didn't seem quite as confident. They were seated in a French restaurant constructed in what seemed to be a modernized version of an art deco style, large chandeliers hung from the ornately trimmed white ceiling, Corinthian columns...
Copyright: lagneaublanc This episode takes place (and was written) at least a year after the events described in the third chapter. The story ends here for now. It should not be read as an integral part of the original three chapters but more as an epilogue. As before, many thanks to Azure Skies for his dutiful editing and corrections, to Lara from Paris...
As I drove down the winding backroads of the South Carolina lowcountry, I couldn't help but think about how beautiful this place was. There were major highways that would get me to my destination, but I loved the scenery on the backroads; the open farmland, the moss-covered oaks, and the vegetation filled marshes. The passing scenery helping transport me fro...
Note: Ctrl+F ~s~ to skip right to the action (there's two) *** Dr. O'Neil straightened her stockings, adjusted her hair, and clicked her nails together for what felt like the millionth time. Her fidgeting was the only noise in the immaculate corner office, the sleek glossy surfaces echoing the sounds like a forgotten mausoleum. She always hated this office...
Oh my GOD I'm so hungover. I creak my eyes creak open, and immediately regret doing so. Everything hurts. My head is pounding. My mouth tastes like something died in it. I try to sit up, pause, flop back onto the couch. At least I've got blanket. Wait... I'm not in my bed. Where the fuck am I? I rub the back of my hand over my eyes, feeling a weird, heavy...
This story was inspired and requested by a gender-fluid friend, who happens to be a talented bootblack. The bootblack character is based in great deal upon her/him, and her/his requests for what would be in a story. Certain specific language used ("cunt", sissy, faggot, for example), is by her/his request, to more closely mirror how s/he likes to be treated....
Disclaimer: This story is the longest I have written, and I caution that it is a long read before the first sexual action takes place. I tried to devote a lot of space to character, setting, and narrative development, and I hope that you will appreciate that for the purpose of creating a quality, interesting plot surrounding the sex. If that's not what you'r...
My wife Carrie was beautiful. With a ripe apple on her head she still wouldn't have been too many inches over five feet tall. She was lithe, slender and wiry. She had long golden brown hair that came to her waist and smallish tear drop breasts ending in half dollar sized areolae and pert little nipples. They would swell when she was aroused and those areolae...
"So... you wanted to talk?" James said as he sat down at Andrea's kitchen-table. It was Wednesday evening and the first time the two of them actually saw each other since their date Sunday night -- much to Andrea's frustration. While James seemed to gain more and more control, both in their relationship and over himself, she seemed to lose it. "Yes, I did,"...
Authors Note: Here I am again with another crazy little story. Everyone is over eighteen. King Bandor edited, if any mistakes got through, they are mine. There is a bit of incest, so if that's not your thing, there are a thousand other things to read. Please remember this is totally fictional, just a little fun. Be nice in the comments please. Be nice to tr...