It had cost Ruth nearly all of her inheritance and hundreds of hours of time, but at last she thought she'd found her Grail. So many ads in the underground newspapers, so many trips across the world to search the fetid dark alleys and the shadows of high society's brightly-lighted towers. She'd followed leads in fourteen countries and over fifty cities, town...
"One of these days, I just might do that." Stephanie's sexy voice said over the phone. She was performing part 1000 of an infinite amount of performances that Drew and her were likely to go through. It was in response to his invitation to come over. He had given it knowing full well what the result would be. Yet another maybe, yet some more teasing, but the...
Chapter One - I Don't Go To Church, Kneeling Bags My Nylons For as long as I can remember, I've always loved watching Mrs Cashmore walk to church. To be fair, I've always loved watching Mrs Cashmore do almost anything. But Sundays were special because she dressed for church. A tight figure-hugging suit with a skirt that was not immodest but it was moulded...
Christopher inhaled the scent of laundry soap as he buried his head into his freshly washed pillow. It had been a long day, hell, a long month. Sleep evaded him no matter what time of day he tried to grab hold of it. Between his daft work schedule and living in and out of hotel rooms, he never felt rested. An obnoxious humming noise snapped him awake from me...
* In the previous episode, Audrey's first novel is published through an agent in Beverly Hills. She runs into an old enemy from high school, Michaela Stanford, who humiliates her in public. Audrey runs into her again, and Michaela apologizes and reveals her dilemma: she is engaged to be married to a man who is rich but unfaithful and cannot bring herself to...
It was suggested to me in a comment, I give too much information in my little forwards. I shall attempt to do better. I will say this chapter contains oral, anal and normal intercourse, so be forewarned. ***** Teárlag woke up late the following morning. She'd not slept well the previous night, fearing the worst, and yesterday she'd been strained to exhaus...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...
At age 34, I suppose you could say my life had become fairly uninteresting. There's no reason it really should have, but still I don't apologize for what happened. Even with all the trouble it caused, it has still been the most exciting time of my adult life. I am a small, petite woman, redheaded and pale skinned. I wouldn't call myself a knockout, but I nev...
"So like...what do you think they're doing?" Nina asked. She was sitting on the edge of Gretchen's bed, painting her toenails. She was still wearing the same white tank top from earlier, however, there was no bra underneath. She also wore a pair of pajama bottoms that read "Princess" on them; Gretchen had let her borrow them for the night. Gretchen was lyi...
Unless he manages to massively mess things up, my date tonight is going to get laid. I want nothing more from this man than sex. I'm thirty-three and I've been more or less single for the last seven years. There have been dates in that time, and casual sex, but nothing of note, and certainly nothing in the past eighteen months. To change this, I need to w...