Introduction Charlie Fairbanks-Green, now calling himself Charlie Green, arrived in Manhattan from London to begin a new life without mom. He'd lived for twenty-six years with his mother originally Sylvia Fairbanks-Utting, who married and became Sylvia Fairbanks-Green and then two years ago remarried to become Sylvia Fairbanks-Morrison. Fortunately for Cha...
He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he became, and the better his plan at abducting her developed. He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday morning from her car to the...
This is quite a change but trust me we will get back to the usual form very shortly. Adam's just preparing a new addition, but it comes with strings attached --------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 12 Homework "Oh fuck, Guy, what have we done," Liz asked her husband as she pulled her t-shirt over her head without hesitation. "Y...
April 14, 1769 I begin this log in the tradition of my captain and to record my new command. I am the second officer aboard the Endeavour and have been charged with the building of a permanent fort on the island the natives call Otaheite. The captain, with astronomic and timely inference, named the project Fort Venus. The natives seem friendly after initi...
"Leave us." said Iloni. - "I want to speak to him." said Aneli. - "And so you shall." said Iloni. But she directed the soldiers to bind my feet to the chair legs, and to tie my hands behind my back. That done, she ordered everyone out of the room. Still, Aneli delayed. "I'm sorry, Cook - for the indignity. We had to ... make certain that you would give...
Alright, this is a sci-fi/fantasy story, with elements of incest. This story will feature our protagonist in several relationships, so there are your warnings, dear readers. I would love to give a shout out to timber078 for being an awesome editor and helping me mold this from an incoherent rambling into a chapter truly worthy of being posted. ***** Rh...
On the occasional Sunday mornings in which I decide to run errands or go out, I notice a number of women who are dressed in their best clothes, usually going to or from church. I would find a significant number of such women attractive, but I would be hesitant to approach them, figuring such women would not be open to an erotic liaison. Despite the stereotyp...
Hello again! I hope everyone is doing well during these troubling times. Just a very quick foreword: This is the second to last chapter of Sekhemkhet. It's unlikely that the next chapter will include any erotic scenes; it's just something to round out the story and give you a bit of closure. So, get your kicks while you can ;) As always, please leave a com...
Sunday Morning, Visiting My Friends We woke up Sunday morning later than usual. Lizzy rolled over on her side and kissed me. I opened my eyes and saw her sweet smiling face. She whispered, "May I suck your cock?' I smiled and said, "You never have to ask permission to suck my cock. I'm always happy when you to suck it." She pulled back the covers. If you...
Taggart winced when the IV was mated to the port in his chest; the snapping sound it made unnerved him, the sharp sting it made on insertion was just icing on the cake. He was sitting in a large room with what he guessed was a dozen or so other patients - people of all ages - all getting one kind of chemotherapy or another. Each and every one of them was la...