Note: This one was written at the request of a very special lady. Besides giving me the basic scenario, she wanted me to make it more explicit - "less talk, more sex." I found that writing someone else's fantasy is a *lot* harder than writing up your own; I also found that choreographing an extended sex scene gets *much* harder as you add people. Despite...
I would like to thank Georgia Alice for the help with naming most of the characters. ***** INTRODUCTION Rich and unemployed - sounds like a pretty unrealistic combination, doesn't it? I am one of the very few lucky people who run such "unrealistic" life. I had not won a lottery, but you might say that luck was involved. I was twenty years old when I mar...
Bob jumped at the sound of his ringing mobile phone. He'd been at a particularly nerve wracking part in his book and he smirked at his own silliness as he put his book down and picked up his mobile. Stu Neville Calling "Hello Stu, how are you?" "Hi Bob, I'm fine, thanks. Listen, are you at home right now?" Stu's voice was a little panicky as he spoke, ca...
Sunday - Maxwell's Smart I rode Daddy for twenty minutes before he came. I'd come a bunch of times by then, but I saved the biggest for last. Well, not last, exactly. Afterwards, I managed to massage and suckle his dick back to life with my pussy, so he was good to go for another quarter-hour. After his second orgasm, though, he was pretty much done in. H...
After a week of self-directed anger for letting this peach of a girl slip away, Brad resigned himself to his loss and returned to earnest work, finding his way through the new layers of added responsibility. He arrived in Korea four days ago. Problems with their upgraded avionics in T-50 jet trainers taxed both Brad and his two local engineers to their lim...
"Here," mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets -- probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on using them even though they were coming apart around the rim. "You need to fill at least these two if you want both cherry jam and a cake tomorrow,"...
This story is set in the late 1800s. I apologize for any glaring falsehoods to the times, but it was the time frame I needed. Don't let the idyllic start fool you, there is a story coming. This is completely different from my other stories, so if you are familiar with them you are forewarned. Then again, my stuff really refuses to stick to a genre. Enjoy!...
***This chapter will need to be read a little slowly, since what happened in the past is presented from two POVs. One is by the man who it happened to, and the other is what Louhi learns. If it all gets to be a little too much, her explanation to him near the end ought to clear it up. I uh, ... hope. I always learn a hell of a lot when I write anything wi...
Clutching tightly to the note she had found in her locker Haley continued looking for Brooke. It was lunchtime and she was very hungry, but she was also pissed and wanted to face her tormentor far more than she wanted to eat. Finally spotting the girl she was looking for walking into the girls bathroom Haley followed her inside. As Brooke used the facilitie...
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