Home at last, he thought with a sigh; it had been a long couple weeks, and he was happy to leave the ship behind for a night. This past few days had been especially tiresome, with duty and a long overnight watch the day they pulled in, a day of inspections to follow, and then another day of minor annoyances after that one, it felt good to finally be alone i...
Disclaimer: For all intent and purposes, this disclaimer is here to note that these are real stories and events. The experiences are being recalled to the best of my knowledge of what actually happened. ***** I met this Hispanic girl through a dating site. She approached me actually, and I thought for once I could get lucky. She was very forward, and invi...
Carl Jenkins was a powerful man—and he knew it. As the CEO of one of America's biggest telecommunications companies, Jenkins had money, status, influence, and control over the lives of thousands of employees who depended on his intelligence and charisma to keep bread on their table. He also had access to the finest things that money could buy—expensive toys,...
I walked into my friend Kiki's house and watched all the familiar faces in funny and unusual costumes wander around drinks in hand. She had decorated the house with spider webs, goblins, and skeletons. My friend, Chuck, walked up to me smiling and handed me a cup of red liquor. He whistled and said, "Damn, Lauren, you look hot." I giggled, "I was going for...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to James Lacy at the email address in my profile. All comments appreciated * * * * * Robert was awakened early by the alarm. He found that his Mistress had released his restrai...
Chapter Six: On My Way to My New Life at The Agency. Well the day has come for my transition in my life to becoming another sissy maid and sissy slut (aka: comfort girl) to 'The Agency'. Over the last two hard and humiliating weeks Master Camron and Sir Gage now as paid agents to my joining the team at 'The Agency' have helped me sell, give away or toss o...
Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as wel...
A note to readers: Your reception and interest and responses are very gratifying. Thank you. For those who do not read German, never fear. Where appearing, there is also sufficient in English to give you the gist of the comment as had you read and understood it. My own experience has been that broad exposure to many cultures and art forms has deepened my app...
'Twas the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was woken from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes by a thump and then a clunk from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened to a rustling then a man's voice cursing. Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the living room, the cool night air raising goose...
I spent a good deal of the early 80’s in the part of the Middle East known as the ‘Levant’ – Lebanon, Israel mostly, plus a few sides trips to places like Egypt and Turkey. It was during this time that I developed an appreciation for Middle-Eastern women with their thick, dark hair, their flashing, almond-shaped deep brown eyes, their olive complexions. And...