This is an introduction to the land of Illakia, where all my stories are set. Not a story, more of a travel guide. Hopefully this will give you a better background to my Illakian stories. If you have any more questions or have noticed something I have not thought of, email me, write your question in a review or write to me in the forums and I may put togethe...
Jean and I escaped from our Midwestern home and work life to visit our first clothing optional lifestyle resort in Cancun. Mansion Night was but one of the theme nights we experienced, together. If readers enjoy this story, I'll expand the series to include some of the other resort experiences. ***** The morning after "Mansion Night," the energy and love b...
All characters are 18 or over in the time frame of this story. Thanks. * Brooke Allison was one of those people that was obnoxiously intoxicating. You couldn't get enough of her, although many times you found yourself wondering how she gets the balls to do half the shit she does. I admired her for her brazenness but loved her for her submissive side also....
Carol burst through the door. Holding a pile of papers in one hand, and her keys in the other, she kicked the door closed behind her. Mumbling to herself, she walked into the living room of her little one bedroom apartment. Just before she reached the dining room table she dropped her papers. They fell to the ground in a jumbled mess. Carol cursed as she ben...
Sitting in my friend's living room in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario, I looked at Rhianna Brandon and smirked. If the Broncos lose to the Seattle Seahawks, her fine-looking, simply enormous chocolate ass is mine to do with as I see fit, that's the bet we had. I watched Russell Wilson and Richard Sherman massacre Peyton Manning and the Broncos and smiled con...
I watched as Anne arranged herself in the chair across from my desk. She had obviously put a great deal of thought into her outfit. A pink blouse, snug against her breasts, two buttons undone, showing just enough cleavage to be interesting, but not so much as to seem like she was showing off. A dark grey skirt, pleated, with a slit in the back, belted high o...
I was happy with Catherine and over the next few weeks I spent much of my spare time with her, which delighted her as she couldn't do enough for me. I started to get her to change how she dressed, getting her to buy garter belts and more modern knickers and bra's, particularly under cup and push-up bras, as I told you she was plump and had such lovely tits....
I sat in the spacious office with the gigantic walnut desk separating me from Darla Worthington, President of Armstrong Industries. I was sweating bullets, being 53 years old and out of work for the past six months. I had to have a job fast, or I would soon be on food stamps. I nervously watched Ms. Worthington slip through the pages of the rather large fol...
Lady Dawn was born into a family of wealth and influence. One of the families that had three centuries ago formed a secret society to preserve their status. Only male members of the families could join. In the year 1703 they set out the principles by which they and future generations would continue to prosper. Today those same families having endured wars an...
The Exhibit, a Tale of Dominica's Realm Part 1: The Demonstration "He got the idea from the story of Snow White," MzDominica explained, waving one hand over the glass coffin. It was on a platform and tilted at an angle of forty-five degrees, so the man inside had his head higher than his feet, making him easier to see, though he was not raised as high as D...