Note- I have been enjoying the repeats of Honey West on English television lately and had this idea. I do not own the rights to the stories or movies of Honey West, Shaft or Cleopatra Jones. This is totally made up by myself for no monetary gain. x Dedicated to the memories of Anne Francis and Tamara Dobson. xxx New York City, 1971. Honey West was hard...
Cecily Legler Strong sped her heels against the pavement, racing up midtown to Studio H. With each stride, her full cups bounced along her dress, a catsuit of sorts, all skintight and sheen. Those long, toned gazelle legs pounded the pavement, kicking up chunks. She skipped to her own beat, her milfy crow's feet puckering with childlike glee. Today was hers!...
* * * * * * * * * * Author's notes: "Pegging Peter" is a BISEXUAL series. It has male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. This chapter is largely male-female. "Pegging Peter's Women" is a companion series to "Pegging Peter" and takes place on the same weekend as "Pegging Peter" Chapters 6 and 7. In response to the (quite justified) complaints about th...
First attempt here, constructive criticism is welcome. I know I probably need an editor. But I am a do-it-yourself guy, never called a plumber in my life... Any resemblance to a bike rally on Earth is strictly coincidental. ***** This all started with Tina. She is a co-worker of my wife at the local hospital. Tina works in medical coding while my wife is...
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an old story I wrote way back when I was first trying my hand at this craft. I recently rediscovered it, and am now posting it with minor editing. Please enjoy, and as always, all constructive feedback is appreciated, and please vote. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = One of the advantages of living in a new subdivision is...
I was sitting at the arrivals lounge at the Harwich Ferry terminal drinking my third cup of coffee. I was waiting in anticipation to meet Hilary, hoping I would still recognise her. I thought about the times we spent in the Dutch waterways with all of our children. The glorious times we spent with the Maas family sailing the inland waterways of Holland. In p...
I didn't get into a whole lot growing up. I was raised in a God-fearing household. You know, going to church every Sunday for most of the day. I was a good student, didn't participate in sports, and was home every night in time for dinner. Yeah, my childhood was kinda boring to say the least. I love my parents and they drove me to be successful. I am thankfu...
Two weeks later, Doug entered the waiting room again. Even though his mind had been almost completely occupied with thoughts of this appointment over the past two weeks – he had trouble focusing at work, often taking breaks to masturbate while imagining how this day would go – he had no idea what to actually expect. He noticed that he couldn't hear voices th...
Thanks to the lovely Sparrow for inviting me on this project! *** "Wh– what in God's name is she doing?" "Oh, fuck... THAT'S what I'm talking about..." Willa didn't miss a beat when she cast a glance around the edge of her folded bonnet at the pair of conservatively-dressed women who had just tiptoed into the dimly-lit alley. In lieu of a greeting, she d...
Two young nineteen year-old kids are running the streets dressed like a rough and tumble thirties thug and his sexy gangster girlfriend in the boy's 1985 Caprice -- they're living the Halloween dream, pretending they're other people while they tramp around town. If her father saw them together he'd probably go nuts and run them off the road. But he'll never...