Chapter 8 -- A Cat Named Mittens **Characters and text are protected under copyright law "There's no way it was only fifteen minutes." Chloe said for perhaps the twentieth time. Master laughed patiently, despite having fielded this comment twenty or so times in the last couple of hours. "I sat there with a watch." He pointed towards the cupboard beside Ch...
The night seemed to grow darker and darker as the minute hand on the clock tick off yet another hour. Michelle sat at the end of the long table in the dining room. She had been staying in the manner for several days now. Dr. Jeckle had asked her to stay and document some research he had been working on. She agreed to the proposition after seeing the mansion...
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The actors in this script are of legal age. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this semi-fictionalised account of life in the adult Scene features characters as constancies rather than walk-ons. Or even, as hard-ons. This chapter can be a stand-alone but makes more sense in the context defined by Chapter 1. 'S up to you, Reader. A swingers' event in Vegas, centered in and around The Strip. A trade show for the adult ent...
Chapter Two: Pat Gets Her Licks In Curlers laid on the floor, mewing plaintively, feline eyes gazing at Pat begging (if that was possible for a cat) her not to leave him. For a moment Pat stared down at him, before--with an exasperated sigh--she bent down and picked him up. "You know you're not supposed to come with me to the salon," Pat scolded her pet,...
My wife Daisy and I are portrait painters. Usually, when I tell people that, I get a puzzled expression. Fact is, rich people still get their mugs immortalized in oil on canvas. The Cordells, in Texas, were a good example. Four generations of Cordells had their portraits painted and hung in the main house at the ranch. Daisy and I got the commission to pain...
It had become the highlight of my day, sitting out on the bench in front of the apartment complex I called home, waiting for the school bus to drop the students off. This gives you an idea of how exciting retirement was for me, but at 65 you take your thrills anyway you can. Each day at 3:35 or so, the Catholic school girls go by, dressed in identical outfi...
Todd was finally feeling better when he woke up from his nap. I just laid with him and read my book while he snoozed. It sounded like all of the guys left for the game. I distinctly heard Lance shout goodbye's across the hallway. Todd got dressed and he took me out to the local burger joint. I picked at my food, I wasn't that hungry, Todd just went on and on...
It had been a terrible accident. The car was a complete write off and it was hard to even recognize that it had been a car! The truck had lost its brakes and had careered down the hill and across the intersection which I had been unfortunate enough to be crossing! Let me tell you about myself. I am 39 years old and am married to the best girl in the world....