I could see as we approached it that Nicole Dunne's house was large. There seemed to be many additions and renovations to the original design. I didn't know it then but it had all been made possible through inheritance, hard work and also her "counseling" fees. The work had been performed by out of town builders. She had paid them extra for the job to ensure...
The door to the reception hall slid silently open on well-oiled iron hinges that predated the oldest man in the room by several lifetimes. I had worried that the reception would have wound down in our absence, but I was grateful to see it still going, the handful of waitresses dressed in simple black thongs and black heels milled amiably around the tables, s...
Jenny stood naked in the centre of the dungeon, her wrists restrained to the ceiling forcing her to stretch and place all her weight on her toes. Her plastic chastity belt and bra that she had worn for past month had been removed and it wouldn't be needed again. Jenny's eyes were also taped shut and a blind fold placed over that so she couldn't see a thing....
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy. Estephan stretched. He wasn't sure what time it was but...
Any teacher could tell you if you were a teacher long enough, you would eventually watch former students become colleagues. Well for the first time I could honestly say I was extremely grateful to the cosmos for that fact. My name was Baxter Hellerman and I taught upper level History and Civics at Kings Domain High School in Kings Domain, Georgia. From the t...
Saturday evening Laura turned up on time as usual, after she entered I led her to the lounge, she immediately dropped to her knees and gave me my special kiss, lifting her to her feet, I bent down and shoved my hand up her skirt, and straight to her bare pussy, she was wet already, slipping two fingers into her I finger fucked her for a couple of minutes, th...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
*Standard disclaimer. This story deals with a fetish in which men find attractive women who smoke incredibly sexy. I don't read comments so if this isn't your cup of tea, please find another story to read as whatever you say about your dear Aunt Millie who died of lung cancer will be ignored. If you also have the fetish, I hope you'll enjoy this tale. *****...
The Doctor looked out the tinted window of the Rolls as it swept through the gate, peering over the rims of his dark glasses at the lush and manicured lawn, the neat flower beds. all as sunny and idyllic as a bride could wish for. The towers of the Pittsfield hotel could just be seen over the green trees and soon the large tent was visible, set up on the law...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I received a request via e-mail from the UK to write this story. The lady told me the story line so I developed it around that. This story is completely fictional and there is no reference to any actual person. All names are fictitious and all characters are at least 18 years of age. * MEMORIES OF WIMBLEDON Abigail Wilson had just received...