Carol and Wendy left the disco inebriated. They were in high spirits after celebrating Wendy's 21st birthday with friends. Wendy had promised her boyfriend she would be home no later than 2:00am and it was getting close to that time now. They hailed a taxi, then another, but neither stopped for the fare. "Well girl, it's a good hour's home walk. We can hang...
Marty woke up hard again. He'd dreamed of sex. He usually did. It didn't help that his girlfriend was sleeping in the other room. He had proposed this experiment. Victoria Church had debated him about it. They had been dating for a year and spoke about the idea of getting married. This experiment had started a month earlier and, most days, went well. But V...
God, I felt drained. Talk about getting sucked in and blown out in bubbles. I was glad I was riding back to the camp and not walking. I could hear the rest of the lads mumbling and grumbling outside the carriage where I sat with the delicious Lady Lorna. I couldn't see what their problem was; after all they hadn't just gone through what I had. I had cleaned...
"My lord, I am yours entirely." The voice was completely wrong. As were the words. Taskmaster spirits were not supposed to be either that obsequious or that feminine. I waited for the smoke to clear from the circle with a slight grimace of anticipation, not sure exactly what had happened or whether I had even performed the ritual properly in the first place...
Here I was. Looking at my son. Sleeping. In his room. Home from college. At the request of some guy I had just met on the Internet. In a chat room. 45 minutes ago I had taken off my dress and turned on the computer. 1:30 and the house was quiet. Both the robe and toy were handy as I typed in my usual screen name, NHmomof1. I hit enter. I scarcely noticed th...
----This story is continuation of the "Touch of Heart". Aman and Gloria had wonderful marriage life, and they had a daughter named Katie and a son named Ken. Their daughter was a succub like their mother and their son was shy and always avoided crowded area like their father. He was very weak, fragile boy. He always needed someone around him. And his famil...
No offense taken, no offense given. This is what forums should be about. I had submitted this before, but I must have 'fat fingered' something, and the submission was stuck in a type of limbo. I could not fix it so I was forced to delete it and start again. Unfortunately, there were 5-6 comments that were lost in the process. Please accept my apologies. *...
Greetings one and all, I am JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally i...
Author's Note - This story is the result of several ideas that have been fermenting for many years in the back of my fevered imagination. It is my first submission so CONSTRUCTIVE comments are welcome, but please be kind. Special thanks are due to cockslave, without whom this tale would not have seen the light of day. I hope you enjoy it and please take the...
Mony tumbled onto the wagon willy-nilly and ended up between Tom's legs. He sat with his back against the sideboard, his legs on either side of her. She tried to give him a little room, but the crush of people pushed her back. Still, she hugged her knees rather than lean against him. In the dark, she could see very little. The straw smelled clean and fresh....