"That smell, fresh tanned leather and sweat. You girls have perfumed my establishment with the scent of a whorehouse. Thank God!" In the Desert it rarely rains, but when it does, you can see it coming for hours. Keeng glared at the darkening sky off in the distance. He slowly withdrew his watch from its nook in his waistcoat, glanced at it and noted that it...
Today, I woke up to the sound of chaos going on around me, the war between the vampires and lycans began, and I was almost unprepared...I ran out into the middle of the battle, strong and willing to fight for my life. I snapped necks, and scratched them so deeply that the werewolves just ended up bleeding to death. One wolf in particular decided to keep comi...
We've enjoyed writing up these stories and the LITTLE feedback we've gotten. Would you PLEASE send us more! * We got back to the cabin and I let Paul unload the car while I headed for a real shower. This time I used the outdoor shower on the deck. Even after our rinse off in the lake, there was still mud in my hair and in my ass crack. I even found a smal...
Oh look at them watching me. Such a rush of divine sexuality as I felt the wind blow gently up my skirt. Walking in my black pumps up Elm street, as if I didn't have a care in the world. Woman scowling upon me as their men watched in silent awe. I could feel my thighs gently rub together as I stepped, and my skirt frame softly over my knees. My hair dancing...
My wife Brenda and I enjoy plenty of rampant sex and we're always keen to try new things. It was Brenda's idea to see what a swingers club could offer us. We did lots of online research and finally arrived at one that seemed to offer a randy, broad minded couple like us just what we were looking for. After that it was just a matter of plucking up the courage...
This chapter contains loving wives, cuckold, fetish and voyeur content. Room 119, Riviera Motel 7:45 p.m. .... Maya's hands rubbed my chest, feeling my nipples through the wife-beater and biting them lightly before reaching down and grabbing the bottom of the t-shirt. She pulled the shirt up, and I raised my arms to accommodate her. Tanish cleared his th...
Mike enjoyed his last few days of the quiet life before Mr & Mrs Leigh returned. It wasn't that they were too demanding when they were at home, but they did expect their staff to do that for which they were paid. When they returned, routine was soon established and life continued placidly. As his next days off neared, Mike made plans to return to the City,...
Why do they commonly and generally refer to the singular of panty in the plural, as in panties? That always struck me as odd. Yet, now that I am so accustomed to writing panties instead of panty, when I write panty, it just does not sound correct. I end up changing it back to panties. This story is about the only fetish that I think that I have and that bei...
It was Stacy's idea to go to the posh hotel, downtown, where the writers convention was being held. She insisted that it was an opportunity they simply couldn't pass up on. An opportunity to meet their favorite writer and maybe even get him to read their manuscript. The idea was to approach Jack Matthews, the most famous and prolific writer at the convention...
My love of panties started at a fairly young age. My sexual experiences were limited to what I had read in "Sex Manners for Men" which had been passed around by my classmates at school. I had also had a small collection of magazines, which only showed Bikini clad girls. I spent hours gazing at that mystical mound covered by a flimsy layer of nylon, dreaming...