I want you to see me do this. Saturday night, near midnight. A storefront business in the ghetto. Music plays low from behind the counter, some eighties rap song. They're all looking at me. I look like a total whore. This is the intended effect, but I am embarrassed, and try to cover by acting aloof. This is stupid, counterproductive. This is why I'm standi...
Author's note:This is my first story and a relatively long one (60,000 words total), which probably isn't a good thing. I originally started posting chapter-by-chapter but realized it hurt the flow, so I've reduced it to approximately 8 "parts" or so. The "action" pics up in parts 4 and beyond, so if you're impatient feel free to jump ahead. But if the story...
Previous stories in this series: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled in the Boondocks, Lunch With A Dominatrix * It was late on a Saturday afternoon that I drove to the east side of the city, following directions that had been given to me by Miss Julia. Near the industrial park where she worked, I turned onto a state highway and continued east just until signs of ci...
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Prologue: Just one more week my boy? She was preparing in the bathroom, he was getting himself dressed. It was going to be a good night he could just tell. She had been well tended to during the day and now they were going out for dinner at that fancy restaurant that She has wanted to go to for weeks. As She walked out of the bathroom dressed to kill his ey...
Author's Note: I continue to take creative license with noble and royal titles and Austrian geography. I don't speak German, so I hope my Google translations come through OK. Thanks for reading and enjoy! * Luke sprinted across the hallway between the game room and parlor to the steps leading to the upper levels of the castle. After the girl-on-girl show h...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
Chapter 03: Tragedy of Syn There is a haze of incense smoke that drifts ghost like around the rooms. Foggy sad little wraiths of smoke. I can smell other types of smoke under its sandal wood smell. I know a few of my guest make use of the little side rooms for more than a few stolen kisses. I have even been given warnings by the local police about what the...
I am a Jimmy Buffet song. The Caribbean sun warms me as I lay on the bow deck. The thought crosses my mind lazily: it's a good thing that I spent hours preparing for situations like this by exposing every conceivable spot of my 5' 8" body to the sun's rays. My skin is already bronzed, from my toes to my rosy nipples to my rounded ass. This carefully maintai...
Part 1 Well, how can I put it? I'm finally living my dream. It's rapidly turning in a nightmare, but my dream nonetheless. My name is Mariam, I live in the city. Twenty four years old, just finished fashion school. Currently I'm single, and I stay in an apartment in the center of town. I've always like sewing and designing clothes, with a keen eye on the r...