Galatea gasped, and pressed her hot palm to the cold, rippled glass. Outside, the granite sky and flinty moorland blended into a windswept, frigid underworld. As dark a mid-day as there ever could be. Moor House creaked and groaned around her. Every empty room leant into the wind and heaved like a stuck shipwreck. She pushed her rear to her husband's hips a...
Not long ago I told you about an afternoon I spent in a bar with a woman named Rachel who claimed to be a witch. Just for a quick reminder, or in case you missed the first story, Rachel cast a spell on a barmaid and the bartender that caused them to fuck their brains out while we sat and watched. OK, Rachel and I weren't just watching because we were also fu...
I sat at my kitchen table with the envelope from James the very next morning. I was trembling with fear and anticipation as I slowly opened the stiff paper. Kim, I am very pleased with your progress. I know it has been difficult for you to come to grips with the aspects of yourself that have been hidden away. You have tasted the freedom you can have from...
Since Jan's phone call to her lawyer, we worked to make sure we were ready in case Greg decided to show up and try to find her. Ian had seen women who were determined before, but something that her lawyer had said had changed Jan, and Ian didn't know if he liked the change. Still there were preparations to be made for a potentially unexpected and unwelcomed...
This is the fourth Kara Lofts story, set in a re-made world with magic, orcs, trolls and the like and follows The Five Idols, The Talismans and The Badlands. Like all my stuff, it'll feature big tits, big dicks, anal and more than a little incest if the story allows so if none of that's your thing, go find something else to read. In The Five Idols, Kara's e...
We met in a bookstore with a small coffee shop. We were walking around, looking at books and talking. As we stood next to each other in the poetry section, you turned and grabbed my right breast and squeezed it. I looked at you and you were smiling at me - you looked like a kid joking around, and also looked really pleased with yourself. I turned toward you,...
Believe or not, I am a fan of Matt M stories, MM is one hell of a writer. You know a writer is good when his writing can walk you right into the messed up trials of marriage and then piss you off to the core. This story was inspired by MM. While I'm not in his class when it comes to writing, I'll try it just for fun. * Bob Jackson was a simple man. All he...
Chapter 6: The Party Once a month the hotel threw a party for the regular guests. It was organised differently to all other 'events'. There was just a flat fee for the girls that took part. The same rules applied though. We always had the option of saying 'no,' and anything that did happen was between the guests and us. The theme of tonight party was Roman...
I was sitting at the dinner table when it first hit me. My two daughters were telling me that they had both been selected to attend a weekend band camp in the Poconos. They would leave next Friday afternoon and return Sunday evening. Suddenly, my pork chop lost its flavor. It was Monday and I had a really bad feeling I would be going to Cleveland next weeke...
Since I, Beau Briton, have a book-learning disability that made it difficult for me to get through High School, this story is being written for me by a good friend of mine who is a college graduate. He is only one of two people that I have told this story to because I can't afford to have my loving wife Carla ever find out since it would hurt her badly -- IF...