All was lost. Scandal. Failure. Dismissal. Disrespect. He raised his hands to his head and held it; anything to ease the incessant, unrelenting drumbeat of impending doom. Dr. Ronald Pencraft Smythe-Wilkins mechanically acknowledged the many nods and greetings directed at him as he crossed the lobby. Smythe-Wilkins, considered by many one of the great arch...
Sunday nights had always been synonymous with laundry night for me. Late into the evening would I start my laundry, far removed in a basement room of my apartment complex. I'd sit there with a good book and my mp3 player filled with jazz tracks or triphop. But tonight, my sanctuary had been compromised. She was bent at the waist, her heart shaped ass displa...
I'm not patient. Those who know me best describe me as a determined overachiever. I put myself through school, run my own business, and just bought my first house - and I just turned 25. I'm only truly happy when I'm in control - the main reason I knew I had to go into business for myself, rather than settling for working for someone else. I'm a stickler for...
It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new 'sister' Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave. You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst an...
In this second chapter Michelle shaves her pubes to a landing strip and teases Randy into walking her naked down to the motel office to get change for the vending machines. She gives the desk clerk both an eyeful and a handful. * Michelle woke from her post coital slumber about 2 AM and padded into the bathroom. After standing up from the toilette she caug...
In this story I have used quotations to tell the stories, even if I cannot remember the exact phrases. I have also added some details to the stories because I could not retrieve them perfectly when writing my diary. If you want to enjoy the first part, it can be found from the Erotic Couplings section (or by clicking the author name above). Feedback is natu...
My name is Terry Blanc. Political-correctness pundits would call me a 'sufferer of hypercognitive disorder'. More colloquial types would say 'hypercog'. But really, I'm what you'd call a mad scientist. I'm a young one, admittedly, but no less powerful a mind for it. I've been running Technophilia – my high-technology electronics store – for a couple of year...
When he went downstairs the next morning, he was half-convinced that everyone would know, they would just see it all over him no matter how carefully composed he kept his features. They'd be horrified, disgusted, his mother would weep and wail and wonder how on earth she had raised such a vile and despicable son. Maybe Anson Byrtwold would call him out, or...
Bryant took periodical peeps through his curtains as the stream of deliveries arrived next door on Saturday morning; the arrival of what was obviously a very large bed, setting the delivery men a tough task as they wrestled it through the door and caused some commotion in getting the mattress and base up the stairs. The delivery men didn't seem to mind a bit...
I stood back and looked at it, our freshly painted eighteenth century brick hotel. The late evening June sun lit up our freshly painted black wrought iron upstairs porch that looked over the quiet street. Tall trees stood between the railroad tracks and the gently flowing blue river. The road stopped just to the right and the street was quiet and still. An o...