Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** London, England The drug induced slumber lasted over twelve hours for Luke. After Jennifer had left him to the goons who had made a deal, he was escorted to a secret location among a warehouse in London. They th...
In the last chapter, Jack's ex showed up at his doorstep, out of the blue, with an interesting request. Please read it if you can. It's mostly setup for this story, but isn't necessary to understand this chapter. ----------- When Jack woke up in the morning, he heard the soft breathing at the foot of his bed and it took him a moment to fully realize what...
Preface: I, Reginald P. Walcott, am a 37 year old professional bitch-slave, and until recently worked in the service of Ms. Beatrice Pennington of the law firm Kale, Pennington, and Shipwright. As of this writing I am approaching what would be my tenth year anniversary in this line of work. How, one might ask, does one become a professional bitch-slave? Tha...
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD or Avengers: Age of Ultron or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "So, do you want to come in and, talk?" Natasha Romanoff took a deep sigh and hang her head as those words echoed in her mind. She missed the old days, were it was always easy to track someone fr...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow, The Flash or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "So that's..." Sara began with disbelief. "Our daughter." Felicity finished for her with equal disbelief. There was a brief pause and then Nyssa shrugged, "I'm not impressed." The tied up blonde smirked, "Untie me, and I'll...
After a lifetime of love, laughs, and memories of good times mixed with bad times, a man with dementia forgets his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. This is a true story about my grandparents. Spread out over five decades and three generations, this story is about their lives together. This story about love, sex, commitment, drinking, extramarital...
Thank you once more to the wonderful EmmaKendrick01 for offering her thoughts on this chapter! ***** "Princess, I need to ask you something." "Ask away." "Last night, did you really enjoy not being fucked? Baltar would've done it; you could have just let it happen. I remember with Brand and Brash you didn't want them to fuck you because you knew they...
Beth Swinton was the assistant director of the large data office of a metropolitan hospital. She was good at her job, and liked it but she longed for more human contact, since her world was a data world mainly. She was the one to lock up every evening and it always afforded her an hour or so of peace and quiet, once the rest of the crew was gone. The office...
(this is a sequel to Ode to A Cali Courtesan, and takes place, as did the prequel, in real time. Thank you. These recollections are attempts to freeze a particular time, forever. Danbury 200) My spent cock still deep in Megan's mouth, I lie back on the hot bed, nearly unconscious from the dramatic, wild sucking off. Utterly drained, dick stiff but rapid...
Opening a library book gives me a hard-on. I slip my finger between the pages, tight with weight, and feel the cool texture of the printed page as I gently pull apart the crease and smell the musky smell of a well thumbed volume. The hope is always that there will be something erotic within, some fantasy, or story, real or imagined, of beautiful people drenc...