Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her fri...
Chapter 2-Enter the Slave girl In came the Mistress's husband Master Thomas who is a little shorter than me at 5'11" but has more muscle mass and is built like a wrestler which he did in college. His salt and pepper hair give him a more mature look like George Clooney or Mark Ruffalo. It gives him a more commanding image especially since he keeps it short c...
I looked at Katt's oddly pretty face as she stood in my doorway. It was a little bit of a surprise to me that she was there, she never once before ever dropped by, not by herself. Certainly not at 10 in the morning on a Wednesday. Her husband Mark was probably part of the reason I never saw her by herself, he always appeared to be a bit controlling, short...
Chapter One After my divorce - a particularly ugly one after I came hoe early one day and found my wife fucking my business partner in our bed – I decided to move as far away as possible for a new start. When I searched the net for possible business opportunities (I am an accountant), I found a small practice for sale in the town of Benton, about 100 miles...
Foreword This story is based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. If your normal meaning of an expression doesn't fit, run with the intuitive one. Story In our last Chapter Karen had arranged for Greg to stay over in the holiday house she shared with her family...... On the third night Greg stayed with us, the heat was re...
Along the horizon the sky was the mottled blue and purple of the sunrise. In the valley fog still clung, wisping through the trees in a silent dance. The air was cool and damp, smelling of woods and dew. She was standing at the top of the hill, looking down the treed slope that led to the lake. The hair was a paler auburn, faded by the hours spent out workin...
On the surface I was a successful man working in a profession I enjoyed, earning as much money as any sensible man needs. I lived in London, one of the most exciting cities on earth. I had a pleasant house. I was thirty-five, five feet ten inches tall, slightly built but not at all bad looking. I knew that some of my colleagues envied me my success and my li...
Nancy Swanson had a peculiar feeling nag at her all morning. In some moments it lessened. And in others, such as when she set out three glasses of cold milk for her family, it grew stronger. Initially, she thought the feeling was a strong sense of déjà vu, but as the morning rolled along, that no longer seemed accurate. Nancy didn't think she was experiencin...
Images flashing away. It's all over and what happened I can't tell you. Light. Bright light. Why did I open my eyes? This hour is ungodly...what hour is it? Oh. Quarter after eleven is far too early to get up. Back to sleep. I walk into the living room in my deceptively small apartment. It's got so much space but it's all vertical space and no one sleeps...
Suzi studied her naked body in the full length bedroom mirror. She felt a familiar wetness between her legs. It wasn't the sight of her own body that caused this but rather the thought of what she was going to do with it. Tonight, she had decided, she was going to fuck her husbands best friend! Her dark chocolate skin glistened in the light. She was proud o...