My name is Charles Murphy. My friends call me 'Chuck', unless they want to piss me off, then they call me 'Chucky'. That does piss me off but I never show it. I am very good at concealing my true emotions. It was almost noon, on a bright sunny North Central Florida day, when I saw the old Rolls Royce limo approach the entry gate. It sat at the gate for abou...
October 8, 2017 Author's Notes All characters are over eighteen, fictional and the product of this writer's imagination. Any similarities to real people, or other fictional characters is purely coincidence. Feel free to comment and vote if you choose. Constructive feedback is always welcome publically or privately. I won't censure any comments, since I...
After a two hour nap, Astrid woke up. She felt a hard, yet soft body against her and realized where she was and that she did not have a dream; it was indeed reality. At that realization, guilt hit her like a mac truck crushing a bottle in the road. She felt like she had betrayed a sacred vow she had made to her husband. She lifted Caelan's arm off of her ver...
Part Two - New Years in New Orleans Laura Miller stood in front of the mirrored bi-fold doors of her closet, critically examining her reflection. Laura wasn't a vain woman, but she did take care of her appearance. Of course, now that Robby was in her life, she was even more careful to ensure she always looked her best. A flush went through her as she though...
As I mentioned in the previous chapters, this story is a collaborative effort between me and Rebeccsm. She has provided the art, and a lot of the plot, god I love how her mind works, and me for the text. Please let us know how you feel about our efforts. Comments and votes are welcome. It is the only way we will know if you like our work. I would like to th...
One Month LaterHanauma Bay, Hawaii "That's it, Vicki. Tilt your head to the right a smidge, and arch your back." Click click click, the photographer's camera going rapid-fire as I posed in the knee-deep surf. The tropical breeze felt fantastic on my exposed skin, of which the bikini left a lot. It was much better than back home in Minnesota, where the Pack...
Carolyn slowly slid her full lips from the base of her husband's cock to the tip, letting it pop from her wet mouth. "Well, what's it going to be?" she asked. Freddy's eyes rolled back in his head. He had been pleading with his wife for anal sex for over a year. She had always flat-out refused but today she proposed a deal. "Seriously?" he asked, "you want...
I wrote this story for Tiffany. Thanks for all your help, Tiff. I hope you're pleased with the outcome. Chapter Three My heart was beating faster with each passing minute and, lingering in front of the huge residence's heavy oak main door, I still couldn't summon up the courage to signal my arrival. Even as I'd walked across the small cobbled courtyard a...
© 2019, All rights reserved - mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It was hard to believe it actually all started with a toilet. Sometimes that's how great inspirations happen, occurring in the most unusual of circumstances. Opportunities present themselves in ways that can seem unimaginable. When they do one has to alter their vision in order to alter their future. It...
Over the last couple of months Bree van de Kamp had got an education in the bars of Fairview and the surrounding towns; she knew where the college guys hung round, which were meat-markets for single professionals and the ones which were rougher and where a middle-class white woman could be virtually guaranteed one or more huge, rough dicks. She'd been fucked...