This is a continuation of my first story, Sin City. It's not required reading but it sets this story up. Hope you enjoy it! ***** "Great, awesome, I just had dinner with a porn star, who allowed me to worship her beautiful feet. Guess I can scratch that from my bucket list!" Michael was understandably nervous; he had just met with Venus Lux, his favorite...
Normal Disclaimer: This is all pure fantasy – any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. Your comments (and votes) are much appreciated. I’m new to writing erotica and would love some constructive criticism. Today is the day I finally allow one of my oldest fantasies to come to fruition. I have long dreamed of spending a couple of hours with...
The episode with Armand threw a scare into Martin and me. Martin was very tired for the next two days and slept a lot. It was more than a month before I initiated any sexual contact between us again. It was a cool but sunny day in October and Martin was sitting in his wing backed chair looking out the window at the fall colours and the sea with a book in hi...
This is a fictitious take on an event that actually happened. Names were changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent... * The Reunion As time goes by we all get older and our pasts manage to catch up with up. Mine was no different, in the form of a letter. The Greater Reunion Company had tracked me down (thanks, mom and dad!) and sent me not...
Irene was late again. I couldn't fire her ass because I couldn't afford anyone who would be on time. I decided she could wake me up when she came in. Sliding a little further down in the chair, I adjusted my feet on the desk, and eased my hat down a bit. As I was about to nod out, I heard the bell on the office door. "Hello?" a voice too sexy to be Irene's...
Scary stories, huh? You guys want scary stories. All right then, I've got one for you, and I hope you enjoy it because you probably won't be sleeping for a while after I tell it. And no, it's not going to be like one of those damned urban legends that your friends are always sending you links to in your e-mail. You see, this is a true story of what happened...
The first drops of rain were staining small, dark circles on the narrow, crumbling cement sidewalk when I closed the motel room door behind me. They were making loud popping sounds and dancing against the folds of my slicker. I frowned when I saw the pall of dark clouds advancing steadily from the northwest, and wondered if I'd be able to get up to the old s...
The sun will rise soon, and since I'm yet to feed, this is decidedly bad news. Soon the unbearable light will bathe the desert sands, and like all my kind, I must hide or perish. Such is my lot in life as one of the undead. I walk through the streets of Mogadishu, a slender, brown-skinned young Somali woman, my head covered by a nice hijab, my dress blowing...
Cinematic female-to-male impersonations have usually been meant to fool the characters on-screen but not the audience, which is typically in on the ruse. Critics have often raised the question of whether a woman can play a mature man with enough conviction to deceive the other characters (except in farce). Indeed, girls and women have more often been deploye...
So I told you about moving to a new city and having a job interview. I told you about how my new boss almost immediately saw what i really needed and pushed me under his desk to suck his cock. Then I told you about later that evening where he had me fitted for a corset (while being used by the sex shop clerk) then met me back at my house where he decorated m...