Chapter Two: Transvixen begins "No fucking way!" Panti and Cherri shrieked in unison. They were sitting at the kitchen table opposite Wendy. "Look! Here's the fucking bottom line," Wendy pointed to a bunch of figures on a spreadsheet. "Vixen is losing money. If I can't get you decent venues and crowds you might as well break up the band right now," Wendy...
Chapter Two - Two For One "I'm not kissing a man and that's that!" Danielle said indignantly. Although Danielle had succumbed to the charms of Mary Mayne she felt that kissing a man was different. Mary presented as a gorgeous sexy femme fatale, Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd was a stuck-up arsehole of a man. Danielle hated her leading man and Steven despi...
Proust & Annie at the Four Seasons. I was reading Proust, but I was not entirely lost in the world of Mme Swann and her daughter. The line-10 train was heaving with people towards the end of the Beijing morning rush and although I had a place to lean, against the far-side doors, I still needed half my mind on my wallet and my close neighbours. At Songj...
Chapter Three: No Good Deed Chelmsford Dance Hall was packed. Wendy's efforts promoting the concert had paid off. That very morning she had appeared on the local FM morning show. "So Wendy Grayson, manager of Transvixen welcome to the show," the radio DJ began. "Thank you John," Wendy responded. "So...I'm going to ask you the question that's on the lips...
Chapter One: Panti and Cherri Pops Panti's red nailpolished finger lazily circled the glans of Cherri's erect penis through Cherri's gauzy nylon pantyhose gusset. Preseminal fluid seeped from Cherri's palpitating member and darkened the sheer nylon. Cherri's white satin panties were bunched around her thighs and she bucked and heaved as Panti gripped Cherri...
Hey everyone! This is like my third attempt at writing a story hehe, it's like I start off well then I end up hating it by the end of a few hours of writing. Let's hope this one is good. All characters are 18+. Hope you all enjoy! * "Wait, you're kidding, right?" Shane said, finishing his pizza. "Wait, you actually asked her out?!" he continued. "Yes,...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old' one Friday. There were 120 girls registered at the school....
"Welcome to Marbled, Dr. Bindre, are you ready to order?" "Hello, Bindi, yes I am. I'll have the family bowl of Caesar salad, the tureen of black beans and the cowboy cut rib eye—and three plates. I've got friends coming along in a few minutes." "Wow, I hope they're hungry. The cowboy rib eye alone weighs three pounds. And can I get you a carafe of the hou...
Deserea looked out the car window feeling slightly dazed. She sat very still trying to keep the tiny gold bells that hung from her necklace, bracelets, anklets and earrings still. Every time she shifted the slight "ching" reminded her of the other bells on the belt that circled her slender hips just above her mons and those that dangled unseen from the silk...
Benji had gone home to visit his parents and Megan and I had decided to spend some time with Darin. Apparently though, they had gotten together and planned to surprise me. Megan's lust always served me well...she went down on me, the minute the door closed behind me. She was sparkling and opening my pants, "Sweetie, we got a big weekend planned...and we th...