A Somewhat-Sex Contract (before it was fashionable and the Mayan Calendar hysteria was in full swing) Several Years Earlier Bree entered her small office with the routine heels click-clack and the scent of a new day. She dropped her purse on her crowded desk and by rote reached into her change purse for caffeine money. It was when she stopped to yawn, the...
Chapter 9: Losses (7,5k words, romance, plot chapter, action, drama, size differences, female muscle) "Perfect!" a rough, older voice responded. The fully armoured soldier bowed subtly towards the stunned waitress and innkeeper and awaited the arrival of her leading officer. Judging by the armour she wore, Margaret rightfully assumed that she was the prot...
It was a blazing hot summer day as Jessica trudged down the burning sidewalk, her thick wool habit making the journey much more arduous than it needed to be. That had been the story of her life since joining the Sisters of Guadalupe. It might as well have been the sisterhood's motto. "Harder than it has to be." But not for much longer. Their mission was no l...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
The reader will recall that on my return from England (for more arousing time read 'Rama, the adulteress), I had given up my nine to five job and set up shop of my own. After 18 months of hard work I could afford to relax. So I decided to take a short holiday. Early next morning, packing a small bag, I set out in my car to drive down a holiday resort about 2...
Author's note: I receive many requests via e-mail from readers asking that I write about different topics. Many of them supply a theme or at the minimum a suggestion for the story line. I have decided to honor those requests under the title, "Honoring Reader Requests," rather than have the reader have to search for his of her story favorite. Each chapter wil...
If you have never heard of Putaville, the capital of Povera, then you likely haven't read Mollie Buys a Brothel. You've never met Mollie Grossman, Jim Grinsted, or Ronaldo. You have no clue about the hi-tech, ten-storey building full of sex known as Lagarde's Hotel & Spa. So my advice to you is to go back and read Mollie Buys a Brothel, by JimGrinsted. B...
----=(A child named Ukrial)=---- The cosy little cafe was placed in a spring green nature park. The cafe was surrounded by a grass lawn area. Large trees grew naturally at various spots. The lighting was sufficiently bright to give full natural growth to the living greenery of the park. The sky-blue coloured ceiling was approximately three building floors a...
Authors note: This was an unusual request from a reader as he wanted a fictitious story about Maid Marion. The reader asked me to make her out to be a cock loving slut who scorned Robin Hood because his pecker didn't please her. The reader wanted Marion to be taken by the Sherriff of Nottingham who was very well endowed and who would make her his slut. I gav...
Note to reader: This story has a slow build so if you are looking for a quickie you may want to go read something else and come back to this later. ***** Milo was nineteen years old and just starting his second semester at the university. The first semester had gone pretty well, three A's and two B's, so by his standards the freshman was off to a good star...