The rest of the band filed off the stage leaving Ashton standing alone. He pressed the microphone to his lips, raised a triumphant, leather-clad fist, and roared: "We! Are! Jarl Slayer!" A few tables in the back of the bar pattered a polite applause. Ashton swallowed and continued. "Now keep it going for your next band: Midnight Alibi!" The venue erupt...
The Wedding (Patti Cake part 3) Chapter 6 -- Haberdashery, Hedonism and Highlights... We were into Patti's second week being overseas with Dean -- where by day they were supposedly riding around in expensive luxury cars yet by night? I had to figure, or it was safe to assume that is was more like Patti was riding Dean on their shared hotel room bed, stra...
Author Note: This is a low-probability happy ending to the twin problems of no-climax and loneliness that comprise the plot, but I don't think that makes it very different from other unrealistic fantasies found on this site. Also, lots of inner turmoil thoughts for the heroine interrupt the more usual fucking parts that are the primary reason for dipping int...
There I stood outside the doors of the warehouse. It seemed to stretch out a half mile in both directions. Through the window, I could see a receptionist sitting at a desk talking on the phone. I pulled the newspaper ad out of my back pocket. 'Wanted: Participants needed for a sexuality study that seeks men between 30 - 50 years of age. All inpatient expe...
This one took alot longer to come out with since my classes are ramping up. Calculus B sucks. I've also had a bit of writer's block. TL;DR, Expect a good minute or two between sequels here, I find time to write when I can. Sorry for the wait! Enjoy! -- -- Doing 70 down the freeway, I watch the city lights glow against the night sky, drowning it with ju...
Tuesday. Noon crept around stealthily. That, or certain tenants of the Brownstone, affectionately called Angelica House, without a sign saying so, were just really wiped out tired. Angelica having been the name of Naomi Carpenter's late great Grandmother, last name Bishop. A very biblical name without a religious influence. Still, a very good woman in her d...
Chapter 4: Stove Tops and Turned Tables The next time Ruslan woke up he dryly remarked, even before he opened his eyes, that if he was back in his own bed back in Seattle and this all had been a dream, he would go right back to sleep. His limbs were mobile, but the cold press of the bathtub beneath him confirmed what he knew to be true. This was not just s...
Paris Waterman Illustrated version available on request to Author Chapter 3 They hailed a passing cab at the busiest time of the afternoon. And to Paul's amazement one pulled to the curb immediately. It wasn't until they were inside the cab that he realized the cabby had spied Carol and stopped for her, and not him. Turning to Carol, he said, "I can alr...
It's been a couple of weeks now since I sucked my last shemale cock and swallowed her load, and with enough distractions, it hasn't been too difficult keeping myself preoccupied and my mind off of satiating my new fixation. Still though, I do have my moments when I sit back and imagine a beautiful girl busting her load in my mouth, but I distract myself with...
Chapter 12: Lisa and my Indoctrination We lay there alternately looking at each other and the ceiling as we regained our breath and the cum dried. Eventually, we just turned on our sides and faced each other. Lisa's eyes were unfathomable and I guessed that with my conflicting emotions, mine might be a bit dark to read as well. I broke the silence. "That...