It was a lovely day and I was sitting outside the café at a table enjoying the sun. Lucky for me the view from this spot was exceptional. The storefront across the way was occupied by one of those Cross Fit places that are all the rage. Looking in the window I could see that a variety of people were working out. Men and women sweating and grunting as they pu...
Mailgirl Number Thirteen stunk of sweat and pussy as she bounded up the stairs towards the 18th Floor. If she were to be called upon for an inspection, she'd most likely fail, and be sent back down to the Mailgirls Locker Room on the 2nd Floor for a shower, a reapplication of deodorant from the mailgirls' communal stash, and a quick mist of cheap, floral-sce...
This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story! The insistent buzzing sound and little electronic jingle signified that his phone, lost somewhere in the front room was ringing. Following the sounds, he rummage...
I know I said that this would be the last chapter, but there's an epilogue coming to tie up all the loose ends. Also, a huge thanks to Mr. Ken Scades for all of his editing for the many months it took to complete this work. His advice and adjustments have been crucial to the quality of work you see here. Enjoy! ***** Talla stared down into the burning ci...
Her ears popped as she stepped from the revolving doors and into the lobby of US Financial Plaza. Though it was probably just the adjustment of leaving behind the vacuum-sealed pocket of air in the doors themselves, Sarah Jane Scott could be forgiven for believing it to be something more symbolic and profound. The din of the world outside faded away. It wa...
Author's note: 'All things must pass' and I feel that this series has reached a natural conclusion. As always, I must point out that all players in this fictional saga are aged 18 or older, and all sexual acts are consensual. The Making of a Mistress Chapter 6: Cwm Pechod's Cuckold Community The invitations to the party for the combined wedding anniversary...
I arrive at Gillian's door at 2pm, an hour earlier than what I promised, deviant excitement got the better of me. It's a stormy day outside, the light in the hallway flickers off and on in sync with the wind. I almost knock on the door before deciding to try the handle first, the door opens up. A half-eaten bowl of cereal sits on the coffee table. Smel...
I knock on the door twice. Wearing my lucky brown leather jacket, white t shirt, jeans and boots. I light up a cigarette while I wait. I hear some movement on the other side of the door. Two more knocks. The sounds of keys jangling before the door is unlocked revealing, Gillian, early forties, pink pyjama trousers and a matching bathrobe. She looks down w...
This one’s for the person who wanted a story on the hirsute Julia Roberts and Gillian Anderson. Though I had established myself as a heroine in B grade entertainers and had fucked and sucked myself to a fairly secure position in Hollywood I was not getting roles which I once was getting. My days with Brett were over and though his obsession with my excessiv...
Copyright March/2011 By now most readers should realize that there will not be any extended descriptive sex scenes in my stories. This one is no exception. Most of the comments I receive on my stories are constructive critiques. I reread the stories to see the problems and corrections which have been pointed out. This helps me to become a better writer. W...