One of my editors thinks this is the hottest stroke story he has every read. Another said it wasn't a stroke story—it was a stroke, stroke, stroke story. I think it may have taken a year to submit because it can be so slow typing with only one hand. Often tongue in cheek, this is an attempt to include as many sexual activities as I could think of, at least...
The late spring sun came through the window, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air currents. Cindy, my wife of three years, and I were recovering from a lazy afternoon lovemaking session. She tousled the thick hair on my chest, then lowered her lips to my nipple and suckled gently. "Are you thirsty, honey?" I joked. She raised her face and grinned...
This is the eleventh episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps to have read the previous episodes starting from the beginning. I hope you enjoy the stories. M4bloke ****************** We left for France on the Friday. What had started out as an opportunity to ride down to Provence and spend a week with Carole a...
Zoe's head pounded as she dealt with yet another dignitary wanting to make changes in his accommodations. Not only did he want to change his accommodations, he wanted to change the name on his guest list. With the gala being less than a month away, the calls were coming in more frequently and those making the request were becoming ruder "I'm sorry Ambassado...
Lora shivered in pleasure as she rolled through the pools of sunlight and shade. It was still early morning, and she had left when she had just to get as much time here as she could. Her father had left her the old cottage when he had passed away the year before and she hadn't had any time to actually come out since. She had had so much to take care of for h...
This story is copyright 2009 by (lipsticked11). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. * I am owned by a dominant couple and their niece and used as a live-in maid, cook, and sexual slave. My name was Michael, now I am Michelle. This is my story: When I was 35, my wife Connie and I lived next door to another married couple, Denise and Steve...
I was told by someone who knows that I should mention that the characters in this story were originally in 'Enabling' and "Hooking Jörmungandr". While I tried to make this story complete on it's own, there are details there which may flesh things out a bit more. Also, keen readers will notice there maybe be some inconsistencies between the three. Well...they...
Jennifer swung her bag over the threshold of her front door. She was digging out her keys from her purse when a voice interrupted her. "Did you make sure the stove is off?" "Mom, we haven't used the stove the entire time you've been here. It's off." She pulled the door closed and went to lock it. "No, I made us tea last night. Remember?" Jennifer sighed...
This story keeps coming back to me. It is based on a true event that I was a minor player in many years ago. I never knew the whole story so except for the small kernel of truth that I was involved in the rest is pure speculation. Somewhat like the National Enquirer, a little fact and the rest fiction. The part I was involved in was a sad part during what wa...
I want to start by thanking BlackRandi for giving me the opportunity to participate in the Magical Mystery Tour event and for editing my story for me. I just hope that this story is worthy of the work Randi put into correcting my many mistakes. This story has connections to three previous stories of mine. Two of them are pretty obvious, but the third not so...