The Conclusion. Following our adventure with the Symbian Orgasmatron, I was walking home, hand in hand in hand with my darling Mary and her neighbour, Katherine. Mary was questioning me on the afternoon, the nine ladies and the machine that I had enjoyed having sex with. "I thought you did very well, nine hot women and a machine that was nearly overheatin...
[The Albion Bar is fictional although in 2018 there is a bar in another part of the city with that name. Michelle Hanley is in several other stories including the one here.] Motor City's burning Charlotte De Havilland was another student at the City College of New York in 1974-75 but it was difficult to say whether she was a junior, a senior, or whatever....
Author's Note: This is a continuation of Drink: A Circle of Denial Story, which can be found on my memberpage. The Circle of Denial stories are based on my erotic thriller, Rhiana, which can also be found at my memberpage. If you wish to know more about the Circle of Denial, please refer to that story. I'd like to thank those who added comments or sent fee...
I am a 52 year old widower who runs a small B and B in a southern state. Although I have been single for a number of years, I have not lacked for intimate female companionship. Every few months or so a woman guest seems to appreciate my charming hospitality and my six foot two relatively slender body enough to stay an extra night or two in my little hotel....
Author's note: This story takes place sometime after The Avengers. * It wasn't the first time Darcy Lewis had found herself in a uncomfortable/compromising position. It was however the first time her hands had been tied high above her head, causing her to almost stand on her tiptoes while the most beautiful woman she'd ever met stood on hers to secure the...
She woke just after dawn; the first thing she saw was a stone ceiling. She sat up and was surprisingly not in any pain, her head didn't even hurt. She lifted the sheet and saw her smooth stomach marked by a scar, she pressed on it lightly and it felt as if she'd had it her whole life. She sighed with relief. Wren was sprawled on the foot of the bed as if he...
Running on the interstate at about the same speed as the traffic the size of it is always amazing to me, I wonder why exactly I was called out there. Yes it was unusual, but family squabbles are not really anything I should be called on to solve. Reaching the overpass I scoot across the highway and drop down onto the landing pad they had been gracious enough...
Amidst all of my angst over Elle's downward slide... the one to which I'd applied copious amounts of KY Lubricant, I needed to do one more thing before making my initial foray into the "Adult Sex Club" that Kat had recommended. Despite her and our new friend Keith's endorsement, I wanted to be extra sure I wasn't putting myself and Elle into any sort of comp...
Gabriela Casimiro was not pleased. Women like her didn't wander through suburban malls on a chilly Christmas Eve. They didn't wait in ridiculously long lines. And they certainly didn't get shoved forward, backward and sideways by the overweight and overloaded shoppers surrounding her. Fucking Christmas, she thought with a discernible sneer. It was bad enoug...
I leaned back on the chair I had carried into the bathroom and cussed loudly seeing the holes torn in my shirt and the scratches to the skin underneath. I pulled the shirt off and threw it in the trash, adding it to the growing list of clothes destroyed in the past few days. I shook my head at the boldness of the trio of vampires who attacked me around the c...