Disclaimer: This is an adult story that should not be read by minors under the age of 18. It involves scenes of sexuality and female masturbation by a well known celebrity. Number 1 Fan Ch. 01: A Pleasant Read I’m a writer, but lately I haven’t been able to do much work in my novel. I’ve been working on it for more than 6 years now, and I’m still at only a...
Part 13: Town I woke up, stretching, realizing that since I'd met Mistress I'd been consistently sleeping through the night. Before knowing her I used to wake up several times almost every night. I quietly eased out of bed since Mistress was still sleeping. I padded softly across the room and out, wandering downstairs. As I shook out the cobwebs I realize...
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I wonder why a little, why the gods above me who must be in the know, think so little of me, they allow you to go. -- Cole Porter I. The year before the Shogun banished the foreign missionaries from his lands, sending them back to Portugal, or whatever hell they had once arisen from, something queer happened. Far away in the unfashionable north, in a lo...
Patrick Wolfe, aka Crilly, was a cop. I didn't freak out, I wanted to, but my sense of self-preservation was too strong. Instead I dialed Marcus. "Go," he said by way of greeting. "I'm in the townhouse of Patrick Wolfe, nee Crilly. I need a pick up in ten, it's on LSD, can you find it?" "Got it," he said. "Marcus if I'm not out in front come in and get m...
This chapter continues the saga of Fred Fringle at St. Chester. None of the characters are under 18. In fact, they don’t even have a corporal existence. Some times I envy them. Just think, lots of sex and no taxes. After returning from the orientation picnic at the St Chester beach club (Chapter I) I had trouble getting to sleep. I gave some thought to beat...
Jordan watched the man that would make her feel like a woman. He was so tightly wound all the time. In his suit, with his beautiful brown eyes, and the thick hair that sprawled on his face. His sexuality wrapped in a suit all the time. The muscles that she knew were there so wanton in their waste. It was like Cristiano Ronaldo hiding his frame. He was work...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't worry, y'all! There's a reason Daniel "threw Connee away." You'll find out soon! She didn't bother retrieving anything of her things because she didn't care. She had nothing but clothes and knick knacks. It would be too hard for her to go back. It just wasn't explained, I don't think. I wrote this two years ago, so the quality will not s...
Nikki watched as the young black man went about cutting her yard. Her eyes never left the not-quite-solid form as he carefully clipped her yard, removing the first wild growth of Spring from everyone's sight. And, not for the first time, she squeezed her thighs tight, feeling her dripping sex ooze into her silk panties. Again, she found herself wanting to...
Chapter 1 It was a warm summer evening at the Abbeyway Riding School, the customers had gone home and the staff were finishing the evening stables, sweeping the yards and checking stable doors were locked. Suddenly there was a shout and the sound of a number of buckets of water being thrown. Hilary walked round to the back yard to see her assistant soaked t...