This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 14 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MONICA THE HOUSEWIFE I'm not going to bore you with all the dom...
Ch. 4 Capture of The Night Terror Sarah Ranger waited along the wall of an abandoned building next to the Pussycat Club. Official a high class strip club the Pussycat Club was really an upper class prostitution ring run by the mob. She had watched this place over the past few days and had discovered that the man who had killed her parents, Igor Ivanski, was...
This story was originally posted on another site. As 'A Glimpse Through the Mist of Time' under my other pen name of Texrep. The story is fiction so please do not comment that my characters act illogically, this is fiction. You want reality? Go read a newspaper. This story is my intellectual property and copyright to Kezza67 and Texrep. THE MIST OF TIME T...
With a side business of building BDSM gear, Guy was making a nice little side income. His most popular item was a _Sperm Sponge_ harness: a rather complicated item of straps, rings, and buckles that the slave wore on her head with a cock-ring pressed tightly to her mouth, and another collection of straps, rings, and buckles that he Dominant wore on his hips...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may or may not be entirely realistic. All locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** It was the bottom of the last inning, two outs. With...
Chapter 7: PUBLIC SQUARE Each of the chapters in this series may be enjoyed as standalone stories, but the events and characters are richer within the context of the whole story. ---- I woke to the bedsheets being yanked off my naked body. That was obnoxious, even for Cole. "Hey! You don't knock anymore?" "It's not in my job description," Cole said...
* Just over a month since the last installment. I'm doing better :) Again, this won't make a lot of sense if you haven't followed Megan's adventures up to now, though she does spent a lot of time bewailing the situation and explaining it to new arrivals. */ Samantha Brooks was nearing the end of a normal working day, that is if she was working a normal job....
I was fourteen when I first saw her. The girl that lived next door to the house my parents moved us to was my age. Long blond hair, long dark smooth legs, and the face of an angel, that is if you could quit looking at her breasts in her tight sweaters, t-shirts or sports bras. Julie was a knockout... and a complete and total bitch. Once I met her, her looks...
Let me preface this by describing Terri. Terri is a beautiful 37 year old woman with high cheekbones, deep brown eyes, long legs and a 36 C breast size. Her nipples have light brown areolas the size of silver dollars with pinky size nipples. Her breasts are heavy enough that they have a slight droop. Her pubic area is neatly trimmed to a triangle; she does n...
© Cristena 2001 This story was originally written in the summer of 2001, actually preceding "Corporate Punishment". The difference is that while that piece was purely fantasy, this one has (some) basis in reality. ==== My husband cheated on me. I roll the words around in my head, savoring them like a bitter pill. My husband cheated on me. He had an affa...