Note: The last chapter was a little rushed / incomplete because I wanted to have a little "Halloween candy" for the readers posted by the 31st. This one is the rest of their night, also short and hopefully, sweet. * * * * * Michael is passed out for no more than two or three minutes, by Jenni's estimate. His eyes snap open and he's instantly upright and...
The child's mother was almost dragging her son up the front steps of Saint John's. As they burst through the door onto the landing between the floors, the lower staircase led to the gym and locker rooms. The upper flight led to the first floor offices and classrooms. As the nervous mother and her son hurried up the stairs, you could hear the anxiety in her v...
(Note: I feel that for this chapter it may be time for a reminder that all characters in sexual situations are over 18 years of age. The term "little girl" is not literal; she is 26.) ***** Freddy makes a fire in the little wood stove, just the right size for the cozy, bibliophilic living room. Mark and Jenni are sliding into what comes next, easing up on...
Carolyn slowly slid her full lips from the base of her husband's cock to the tip, letting it pop from her wet mouth. "Well, what's it going to be?" she asked. Freddy's eyes rolled back in his head. He had been pleading with his wife for anal sex for over a year. She had always flat-out refused but today she proposed a deal. "Seriously?" he asked, "you want...
The phone rang five, six, seven times before Carol answered. "Hello." She was groggy. "Uh..., is this Carol?" "This is she." She answered sleepily. "Who is this?" "Uh..., Carol. Uh..., my name is Fred, Ann wants me to talk to you." "Are you the Freddy she's been telling me about?" She asked sweetly, suddenly wide awake. "I hope so." I didn't think there...
All characters are over 18 years of age. * * * * * The cameras are on, but Mark and Jenni pay them no mind as they make lazy, enceinte love. He's behind her on his side moving gently inside her. He strokes her breasts and belly in an unvarying way that feels like heaven to them but is likely far less stimulating to the viewership after a couple of hours....
Jasper stands under the sturdy wedding arbor Freddy built at the edge of his yard in front of the birch grove. In the slightly high-pitched voice of someone unused to public speaking, he calls the guests over to stand in a semi-circle, in the light drizzle, to witness the actual wedding portion of the day. Mark and his submissives stand side by side before h...
I gazed downwards at the icy Hudson River preparing to take the plunge. My life was over the moment the Patriots sidelined Brady at halftime out of some pre-Christmas benevolence. Instead of pouring it on, which they would do every chance they had, they simply limped past the hapless Fish; thus blowing the spread. How I got fucked royally on that one. What w...
Author's Note: People frequently ask if Dana's Diary is autobiographical. Most of the stories are based on events that actually occurred, in which I played a starring role. Others are based on events that occurred, but in which I was at best a supporting actress, and the rest are products of my imagination. In any given case, you decide, because I won't tell...
"You feel like life itself, Sir." 'Maybe that's because I was once close to death,' Mark thinks to himself. "I love you, sweet boy," he says instead. Freddy has both hands wrapped around his Dom, who is fiercely aroused at the sight of what he'd made for them: An excellent bondage frame disguised as a wedding arch. The long white scarf hides the hardware...