This is a short continuation of the previous two parts to 'Our sub fantasy fulfilled.' and may make more sense if you were to read the previous stories. This part is relativity short and not as openly erotic as the previous ones. However it is a continuation of the story and will possibly help set the scene for further chapters. * * * * * I came home from...
David recently sent me this true story and we communicated for a while to get all the details right, then I wrote it up for him and got his approval on what I wrote. It's a strange and fascinating story but should appeal to all mature woman lovers. The commentary begins here: The line of hedges between our yard and the Stankowski yard might as well have bee...
I put this in novels and novellas because it's my second Jonathan Smith story and there will be more. It seems like they will be long enough for a novel by the time I'm done. Check my profile for more information on my works. * When I checked in, I discovered I was being loaned to a district in Kensington to participate in a prostitution sweep. It was far...
They were coming. I could hear their boots thudding on the floor, measured and condemning. I knew my fate would be sealed in just moments, locked within a new, far more menacing cage, now with vultures waiting to devour me at every turn. I shivered at the thought of the King's reedy little fingers poking and prodding at my flesh, his cock ripping apart my in...
Bodice Ripper Or how men got what they wanted, once upon a time. (Very PC - NOT!!!) "In days of old when Knights were bold, and journeyed from their castle, trusty men were left behind, knights needed not the hassle. They helped themselves to pig and peach, and drink from the kings own chalice. Ah, it was a stirring sight, these gypsies in the palace." -...
I'm addicted to oral sex. Actually, to be exact, the joy of spreading a woman's thighs with my hands and letting my tongue dance over, around and on her clit until every muscle in her body seizes in orgasm. It is beyond me how there are men out there that can't stand to orally pleasure a woman. Were it not for my wife and her propensity to flirt when we were...
In a daze, he gathered his clothes and dressed before he grabbed his wallet and keys from the table in the kitchen. He opened the door and braced against the sharp chill of the morning breeze. He walked towards the innkeeper's house to pay for the room. He opened the door and stepped inside. The old man at the desk looked up and smiled at him. "Don't worry...
Amber turned on the lights and looked across the silent, empty dressing room. She stepped over to the lockers and ran her fingers along their doors as she walked down the first row. Reaching the end, she noticed a bra peeking out from under the bench. She'd seen it the night before, but had assumed that whoever it belonged to would pick it up before they lef...
Greg Arden was one of the Audio/Video geeks at Cedar Hill high school. He was a class-mate of Jamie Taylor. Skye McDougal was one of the Cedar Hill high school cheerleaders. She worked at her local Wal-Mart every Saturday morning as a checkout chick. Quite often school friends would use the Wal-Mart store. Greg seemed to shop there more often than most. He...
This story was written very recently for a married homemaker who seems rather frustrated with things at home. Two things she admitted being curious about were big black men and very old men. You are halfway through your shift just coming off your dinner break. This is your first day on the job and you are still not sure what you're doing here. They put you...