This is the fourth and final part of my tale of an art forger who, after being released from prison, was commissioned by Sir Robert Haselton-Price and his wife Cassie to paint them a family portrait and to restore various works of art in their stately home. Before long, the needs of the female members of the family started to take precedence over the family...
Mary Sue Langley sat back in the carriage and admired the back and shoulders of the man driving her to the swap meet. He was lean and muscular and coal black, but the best parts about him were facing forward or were covered by his overalls. Toby had one of the biggest cocks her pussy had ever entertained, and she had turned him into an adept at eating her ou...
"For a half werewolf mutant you're surprisingly quiet." Eli teased. He sat at the small table in the corner of the room with his eyes glued to his laptop screen. "I try to tame my inner beast." She mocked. Sitting up against the headboard she flashed Eli a sarcastic smile. "For a vampire you're on your Facebook an awful lot." She said flipping through some...
It was the evening before Christmas Eve when he rushed through the city after work. As usual the city streets were crowded and people were hurrying along the snow covered sidewalks. All the shop windows were filled with shining lights and glittering Christmas decoration, and from the speakers the sound of the familiar carols almost managed to cover the loud...
As the caverns grew brighter from not only glowing walls and a ceiling filtering in stimulating light Cameron Scott slowed his flight plan. Deciding to drop to the cave floor he dims his rib like armor that entwines his human body. His friends Elle and Malcolm behind him on the alien Technoride hovers with the headlights turned off. Careful sitting the bike...
Closer to Home I awoke to find Traci snuggling up against me; our arms and legs were intertwined, and our lips were inches apart. She was so cute I started to giggle which shock and woke her. "Good morning beautiful," I whispered pecking her on the lips then smiled. "Good morning gorgeous," Traci said softly and smiled. "I'm sorry I got so emotional last...
I was seated at a low table on a cushion on the floor. My host Khalid was seated across from me on another cushion that was a few inches taller. It was a late Sunday afternoon. A tall serving woman entered the room dressed head to toe in a bright blue chador with a niqab hiding all but her heavily made up eyes. The beautiful brown eyes had long dark lashes m...
This is a multi-part story told from different people's point of views. The anchor character is Angelique with the bulk of chapters told by her. I hope you enjoy this labor of love that's taken me almost two years to complete. ***** Chapter One Angelique – October 2005 I leaned my head back and released a deep growling moan letting my orgasm, like a...
I'm rather insecure. It's my looks. I don't have an hourglass figure, for example. My hips look like they belong on a man. It's called "slim hips" and women runners have them. I just call them ugly hips. My face is not especially pretty and my hair is in a permanent Jewfro, the type of tight curly hair Jews get that resembles genuine afros. On Blacks it can...
Author's Note: Story requested by KC55. *** "Sera, wake your freak ass up! It's time for milking!" The obnoxious voice of her second cousin bled through Sera's door, biting into her ears like a venomous snake. She sat up and looked around groggily, ignoring the incredible weight of her chest until her 'nipples' brushed against her legs. A sigh of dismay br...