The club was filled with party people, happy, smiling, and not entirely sober. The music thumped; a deep resonance, like a heartbeat, that Della felt through the soles of her feet. "I'm too old for this," she muttered to herself and then grinned wryly, shaking her head at the ridiculousness. "I must be the oldest person in here." A petite, blonde girl pushe...
I arrived at my flat at 7-00a.m. on Monday morning, thankful I had finished my final night shift of ten. Four days before I returned to work, I was determined, not a single hour would be wasted. I picked up my mail behind my front door and shuffled through them. A letter from my Solicitor got my immediate attention. After ripping open the envelope, I punche...
Frankie and I had been talking about spicing up our love life. We are always looking for new ways to bring us closer to one another. Some of his ideas were not really something I was comfortable with, but I thought I wouldn't know if I liked it unless we tried it. He had an idea about a couple of friends of ours. I had thought maybe it would put a damper on...
(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) * Frank...
Jen rushed home, stopping at a drugstore along the way to buy a pregnancy test. Frankie was there when she got home, making dinner. She ignored him and went into her bedroom, locking the door. She did the test. The box had 2 sticks so she did it again, to make sure. The result was the same both times. She was pregnant. "Oh god," she said under her breath....
The sound of my door bell woke me from a restless sleep. Grabbing my favorite white terry cloth bath robe I half stumbled to the window. Barry's car was parked at the curb. I tied my robe closed over my flannel PJ's and slowly walked down the stairs. "Were you still in bed?" Barry asked as I opened the door. "Good morning to you too." I snapped back at him...
Frankie Stumante fastened her stocking to the clip of her garter belt and ran her hands up her thigh, smoothing the cool, soft nylon. As she stood, she viewed herself in the full-length mirror appraisingly. Her long dark hair was perfect, if still a little wet, her large, full breasts held and pushed up by the black satiny bra with a front closure that looke...
The Saturdays tour was over. One final concert, and she'd done it. 26 gigs in little over a month. Frankie was running on empty, but as she walked off the stage for the last time with the cheers ringing in her ears, she smiled to herself. She was looking forward to having a nice couple of months off to recharge her batteries. But first, there were more impor...
For tremendous help with editing and improving this story, grateful thanks to author/editor hentaikitten, whose specialty is luscious, sensually saturated interracial matings -- not couples of different skin color but of different species, such as a male demon with a human virgin and an elf with an orc. "Don't you have an ounce of self-respect?" Frankie scr...
My next stop was Mulligan's Stew, the local strip club run by Frankie Mulligan, AKA Frankie "The Ferret." Years ago his joint used to be what Saturn's Moon is today. Bands from all over the world came over with dreams of being discovered one day. Frankie made so much money he even thought about expansion. Then along came Acid Rain and everything changed. Sa...