Chapter 2: Moving On Biker and i stayed that weekend with Susan. We had no (play) that weekend as Susan's children were home. i had packed the few things i had brought from my ex's home, clothes, personal items, and a few books. Anne Rambling's was a fantasy view, (in my opinion) of the lifestyle. my computer i left with Susan as hers was in need of repair....
It was night, and the Five-Star Hotel was active, as per usual. A brothel did business in this hotel, and was more profitable for the owner than the actual hotel was. At the evening reception, deals took place, and bargaining was completed as each customer chose from the displayed merchandise. "Sonia, I've sent up a customer," called the receptionist. "At...
With the advent of women's liberation, it was inevitable that the army would change. Slowly over the years the supposed gentler sex had made inroads into every branch of the armed service and women were now driving jeeps in the army, sailors in the navy and even artillery officers in the marine corp. One branch however had not been integrated, and that bran...
The Bri-Guy wiggled his flaccid dick... dammit, this didn't usually happen. What was going on? He looked back at the computer screen where multiple buxom beauties danced around, their DD tits jiggling lusciously. After a few minutes he checked his dick again... dammit! What on earth was going on? Extremely nervous now he pondered who he could call in these...
The car dropped the two young ladies off at the Nile, the largest, finest costume shop in town. The store was immense in size, windows lined the walls. The molding of the door was adorned with colorfully painted jester faces. As they proceeded to enter the store a haunting voice echoed 'Welcome' from a box next to the wall. The girls giggled as they walked t...
Author's Note: This is a collaborative effort between my two best friends and me. This story hasn't happened yet... It was a Saturday night, and the guys had begged me to go out with them. We had been out every Saturday night in the past two months and it was the same old thing over and over: I'd meet a girl; she'd tease me all night long into thinking that...
This story is dedicated, respectfully, to Martin Amis, who I doubt would want to be acknowledged here, but is anyway. He wrote the first, and greatest 'Vernon' story, called 'Let me Count the Times' which is a brilliant piece of writing, and one of the very few short stories I am very jealous I didn't write. Hunt it up if you can. Here's to you, Martin!...
It's two in the morning, four days after Valentine's Day. I am awake, lying naked in a motel bed somewhere out west. Next to me, semi-asleep, lies a woman I have only known in person for less than 12 hours, yet I feel as though I have known her forever. She, too, is naked. Her pale skin glows in the light that filters in through the curtained window. I reach...
This is a story in progress. The end hasn't been determined and only two chapters are complete so far. After reading the second chapter, let me know which way you want this to go and I'll incorporate some of your suggestions. * Susan knew what she was getting into, even though she pretended to herself that it was just going to be a quick drink to check th...
Donna was a bit of a prude. She had never cared much for sex. She and Frank never had it more than once, maybe twice, a week. She only wore lingerie on his birthday and Valentine's Day. She didn't have any wild stories about sex in weird places or with strange people. So it surprised even herself that she was actually following through with the bet she los...