This is a work of fiction. Many of the aspects of the story are drawn from real life, but the events are fictional. ***** I've been modeling non-professional for some years now. It started when a friend was participating in a fashion show at a cosplay event and needed someone to wear her male attire. Most of her line is Victorian dresses and assorted unde...
Mike's flight from Bali to Singapore had been uneventful giving him just under two hours to remember the fabulous pussy he had fucked the day before. He could still almost taste her fleshy labia and the way her mouth tasted after she had licked him off. His connecting Air India flight to Bombay was packed with Indians returning from Singapore loaded with sho...
Note- This is completely made up by me and has no basis in the truth whatsoever. As far as I know. xxx There is no question that a failed marriage sucks. And when the breakup makes front page news it sucks even more. Jennifer Aniston was now divorced twice, the second just recently, although the relationship had been rocky for some time. After such a brea...
This is the second and final chapter in a story which is a spin-off from the mother–son series "East End Lovers". It's mostly narrated by Gillian, though some is told by Gillian's neighbour Pam (it's clearly indicated where this happens). For those who have not read chapter one, Cliff is 25, and Gillian is a 58 years old colleague. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
You stand in the darkness, aware of the mass of the wall in front of you, unable to work out whether it is an inch or six from your cute nose. Your senses are heightened with the restriction of sight, feeling the strands of carpet between your toes, the chill of the slightly cold room on your naked body. Your body aches to be touched, you swear you can still...
PROLOGUE Valerian was a villainous nonentity. On a fiery August day in New York, I watched from the river bank as each effortless stroke took him nearer to the centre of Paris. He was a strong swimmer, and as he coasted through the waters of the Seine, I knew I wouldn't catch him. It started at Madison Square Park. I was perched on the roof of a Yellow cab...
I heard Barbara hollering as I came in the house. "You motherfucking old bitch. You just can't stay away from the liquor. What the fuck is the matter with you?" She and father were out on the back porch. Agnes was hanging with her arms up in the air fatsened to a beam going across the porch and her legs in a spreader bar. She was dressed in a black cut out...
It's Monday morning and David enters the train, annoyed that the mechanic has not finished the repairs to his Beemer and for another week he will have to use mass transit to get to his office in the City. He could have taken it to a less in demand mechanic, but he did not trust his baby, a 2006 Z4 M Roadster, to any but the best available. Unfortunately, the...
So here I am, incorrigible as always, with the second chapter of Damien Chandler's misadventures and coming of age. I hope you like this chapter. Your votes, comments and private feedback mean the world to me, so please leave them on the way out. A shout of thanks to my editors KatieTay and NaokoSmith, without whose help this chapter would probably have bee...
Once upon a time... silent intruders came out of the frosty night, their greedy eyes upon the horses. Kirnan's big paint stallion, Cinco, was prize enough to warrant a thief risking his personal well being, and the Catcher's fast black gelding was not an undesirable commodity. As always, Kirnan moved quickly for a man his size and, before the Catcher could...