I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, i...
So it's a nice day today. I decide to go outside to get some fresh air and go for a walk. I wanna soak in the early spring cool breeze. I find myself going through the woods. Eventually I end up near the end and I see her past the trees standing alone on the cliff: The one and only Wonder Woman, looking out over the town! I couldn't believe my eyes! I've alw...
Foreword: I'm going to shock a couple of you around there but I have to confess something. I'm not a big fan of Walt Disney's work of sweetening/softening/censoring the classics of juvenile literature. Peter Pan was written by J.M. Barrie and is a harsh tale on refusing to grow old, on the different figures of womanhood and ruthlessness of children. In the...
This is a little story that I wrote for a friend of mine awhile back. She liked it a lot, so I thought I'd share it here. It kind of picks up little ways into the story, because this grew out of a conversation we had. Oh, and comments are welcome but please be gentle; this was my first ever attempt at erotic composition. I hope you enjoy it. Warning: ballbu...
We've just had our Christmas drinks party at work, and it has been memorable… to say the least! Rebecca who works in IT – with whom I had found an enjoyable way to settle an argument – was there, and she looked stunning. She came into the bar wearing a pair of black jeans over some stiletto boots, and under her coat she wore a very tight red top that laced...
He was dreaming something sweet. He was home again, the terrifying streets of his old neighborhood cut out in cardboard frames, waiting for him to step right up and bulldoze them down. The Murray's living across the street, the Fishman's down the way to the right . . . all empty homes like skulls without eyes in them. And little Cathy of those yesteryears...
Our very first 'fun filled' camping trip! If you like this story, please, please - comment! I have several more in mind..... KattieLynn * We had been married for about a year when this story takes place. I had gotten home from work and found Tucker's car in the driveway (we were renting a house with option to buy after two years). This, in and of itself,...
This story is intended to be read with Game Mode on. Assuming I've done all the formatting right, the story will change depending on how you play. Reading the story with Game Mode off will alter the intended flow of the story, and probably come off as confusing and unfocused. This story is still in the early stages (not aided by the fact that I hit the "...
It was a hot summer's day and I was in London. I had been treating myself to some new sexy clothes. It was about time I bought some after years of hiding my body it was time to show it off a bit. I was 32 years old and my divorce had just come through, I had been married to a man who wasn't keen on sex, where as I loved I couldn't get enough. We lasted thirt...
The sun burned a dusty orange; its incessant heat scorched the landscape even as it set on the distant horizon. Dust hung in the air choking everyone and everything. The only sign of water was the tear tracks on the children's faces, and yet he still had hope. Though the dusty haze he watched as an old man approached him, walking very slowly. "The fever......