I've always dreamed about being truly helpless and vulnerable. My husband and I often indulge in submissive adventures. He shares me with his friends, and sometimes strangers, and likes to expose me in public places. I love him very much but it is humiliating to be used by others while my husband watches (and often participates). It also is strangely exciti...
An attractive young attorney abandons her remaining family who've treated her despicably. Mollie is hired under unusual circumstances and landed with chairman's laid-back grandson Gary King to re-program and groom for top management in King & King Law. Mollie's own career takes off and she finds herself being incorporated into the King family, where physical...
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? - Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 2 * Why did my life take the improbable turn that it did? I can tell you the answer to that: it was fancy. Begotten in the eyes, Shakespeare said. In my case, I'd say it was a different part of the anatomy. Her anatomy. Her -- I'm tryi...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted November 2011 Here's another short story for you. There is almost no sex to speak of in this short one. Sorry, I put no humor in this one. Enjoy! Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a glass of Jack...
"Morning Senator," Deb said, "Did you have a good weekend at home?" Bruce stopped at her desk. "You know. I really did. I have a great family and I haven't been home enough since I've been here to appreciate what I have." She smiled at him. "This is a dangerous place, you know?" "Yes it is," he replied. "It's easy to be led astray if you're not careful."...
There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Buyer beware. Are Chinese piano accordions any good or are they all bad? The good, the bad, and the truth about Chinese accordions. Something you may or may not know about me from reading my stories but I used to play piano and my four, much older brothers all...
Tony Clark stepped off of the helicopter and ducked down to run to the elevator that would take him to the higher deck of the oilrig. He didn't like taking the helicopter; it made him nervous, but for whatever reason, Benoit had requested him out there A.S.A.P. so he took the offered helicopter instead of the boat. Jack Cuccione, the Project Manager waved h...
Author's Note: I didn't have time to write a full chapter this week, so instead I'm presenting the first chapter of a spin off series, Tales from the Soiled Dove. They won't have any plot to speak of, and don't strictly adhere to canon, but they are fun erotic tales of some of Jeanette's adventures in the brothel. They will generally take place before chapte...
The supper hour had come and gone, but Harry hadn't noticed. Now, as he finally pushed himself away from his desk, with the actual contents of the entire four chapters he'd been supposed to read burning in his memory, he was ready to write his paper. And starved. But it only took a glimpse down the hill to show him that the lights were off in the dining...
Chapter Three: Lezzy Debbie: I was shaking all over, and I could feel the sweat building up in my armpits and along my forehead. My pussy was very wet, and I'm sure I would have smelled it too, except that I was overwhelmed by the odor of hot, wet skin and expensive perfume rising up from Miss Steeple's bosom. I was scared, but mostly I was very excited...