Donal' woke and yawned, his back warm from the still glowing embers of the fire. He rolled onto his back and glanced at the fire. His morning erection jogged his memory of the previous night. He glanced to his right but Mhari was not there. He looked down at the bulge in hiskilt and said to it, "Ye've had enough exercise, go back to sleep." He got to his fe...
Nerina Terenzio had been working for Palmira Severino, the owner of Mind, Body and Spirit Spa, for about four months now. Mrs. Severino was the wife of Vittore Severino, a well-known enforcer to the Pellegrino crew in New Jersey. Nerina found out only after being hired as a masseuse that she was working for a ‘connected’ man’s wife. She would occasionally sp...
Brakes squealed loudly in the thick, evening fog as Melody pulled into the antiquated gas station. A simple red flickering 'open' sign buzzed and ticked inside the small attendant booth nearby. An old woman, fat and weathered from the sun and her age was inside, bent eagerly over local scandal magazine. Melody stepped from her black Mercedes. Her pumps thre...
My name is Richard Peter Johnson. Yeah, I know already. Three 'dick' names. It's kind of appropriate though. I should start at the beginning. It makes the whole thing easier to understand. In the early 90's my mother came to Hollywood from Wyoming to make her fortune working in the movie business. She was really pretty but couldn't act very well. Soon she...
"This view is amazing." Ash called through the radio. "Too true!" Sonya said back, sitting at the helicopter's controls. They were flying over an azure blue ocean, off the southern coast of India. "What's this thing's top speed?" Asked Em. "130 knots." Sonya replied. "What are we doing?" "100." "Then let's pump it up!" Em leaned across to try force S...
A college PhD Professor becomes the foot slave to a beautiful Administrative Assistant. * I was pleased with the response that I received from individuals who read Part I of my true account of how I became a foot/shoe/boot slave to the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught. Her name is Debbie and she still works for the same...
Note- Not a true story but an invention of my own, any resemblance to real persons purely coincidental. ***** The Sybian of course was designed as a masturbation device for the stimulation and pleasure of women. The inventor realised that the woman in a superior seated upright position was the best for her orgasm. The barrel shaped saddle seat contains an...
The texture of the lace on her bodice aroused him as he dragged his finger across her rising white décolletage, trailing up to her chandelier pearl earrings and around the curve of her little ear. She shivered. "Sir, its dark here, I wish to return to the party", she said, out of nervousness as much as the night around them. He smiled at her slipping his arm...
WARNING TO READERS: This fic includes wild amounts of hyper dickgirl action, complete with insane levels of dirty talk. I suggest you take this as word of caution before reading. If it's too much, then don't say I didn't warn you. ***** "So, what are we doing here again?" Pam asked. Pam, Stacy and Hilary were all sitting on Stacey's living room couch donn...
Shannon Elizabeth: Leaving On A Jet Plane Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know the rest. This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! * * * * * S...