John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern If masturbation were like a volcano, and I the cum like the lava, then the strokes were like the earth moving its...
The black Bentagya SUV kicked up dust in the circular driveway. A coal-black security officer with a shaved head opened the door for a young woman in a beige business suit and Versace handbag. Two eight-year-old girls in Coline t-shirts crouched at the side of a hedge, their hands over their eyes, barely daring to peek at the reality. Coline held out her ha...
Author's Note: This is my Fortieth story! It is inspired by fantasies shared with an online pen pal of mine about what it might be like if we were ever able to meet in person. ************************************* We had met online over a year ago. I was in Canada, mid-thirties, and in a polyamorous marriage. Kyle was in the United States, mid-thirties,...
So it came to pass in that golden age of heroes that many kings, queens, and oracles came to the same conclusion: monsters, be they from the land, air, or sea, would take tribute. It was King Minos with his terrible beast of a stepson who started the tribute idea, mostly because he was the first to demand it, and the yearly take became normal for the entire...
Trys knew she had a broad smile on her face. She also knew why. She had never been so happy in all her life. She'd put off getting off for hours, holding herself in a state of constant frustration just to keep her wits about her. Now she didn't have to. She couldn't even remember why she'd been delaying—how could she ever delay when she was always so horny...
Trigger warning; abduction, restraint, punishment, humiliation ***** 'chapter 1; Lasciate Ogni Speranza.' Daisy woke up in darkness. Sitting up from the concrete floor, she tried to pick herself up before tumbling down, her wrists handcuffed together. She paused, waiting for her head to clear- how did she get here? The last Daisy remembered was her assis...
Note: This is a follow-up to "Golden Girl" posted 7/5/16 in the Romance section. It helps to read that story first but not vital. No graphic sex here but plenty of emotion, the essence of romance after all. ***** The guilt came soon enough. Lexie knew on a rational level that she wasn't responsible for Ben Vogel's suicide. Yet because he blew his brains o...
The Bet: A Dylan James Story This is another in the continuing story of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. This story was suggested by Jillian, a fan who I want to thank for the inspiration. It took me a long time to write because of life intruding as it will sometimes, and it is by far the longest that I have written. Dylan's adventures started out...
1. He sat in his car munching on a peanut butter sandwich that he had brought for lunch. The junior college parking lot was about half full. Then he saw a Lexus come in and park. A tall dark headed women got out and began looking around as though she were lost. She was wearing one the shortest, tightest pair of blue-jean cutoffs that he had ever seen. He l...
Illustrated version of this chapter available on request Paul was deep in thought as he reread the last two pages over again. It was ten after eleven on a Tuesday morning. He had been writing since six, and had two pages that were almost right to his way of thinking, when he heard the mailman approaching his front door, and then saw the letter drop from the...