(Chapter 13) "Ignoring the Signs" (circa-1978) As soon as you walked through the door the unmistakable aroma of weed and the familiar smell of infidelity left you in no doubt that you had entered the Cavendish Club. As usual the place was full of desperate people, some searching for everlasting love, most of them just after a one night stand. The event...
Frank Fletcher was pissed. His boss ordered him to drive from St. Louis to Cheyenne, Wyoming on one hour's notice, with no time to research flights. With no options, he set out with a change of clothes, a bag of toiletries and his laptop in the middle of the day with a Google directions to his destination. He swore at his asshole boss as he drove through Kan...
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...
Amandil and Miriel sat in a high watchpost overlooking Mordor. It was moonless night, but the light of Mount Doom's eruptions and the fires of a thousand furnaces at work below made it necessary to hide in the shadows. They had placed two more Watching Brooches, including one at their present post. Keeping vigil, they were staying put until dawn, when the Or...
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is set in the 1960s. +++ I like big breasts. Since I was adult I was attracted to big...
(Here's a short story I just made for a contest on another site. Shorter than my average since the rules restricted how long it could be, but I think it ends up working still. Hope you all enjoy.) * Lindsey woke up late one morning in the apartment she shared with friends. It was a cold December day, and she slowly got out from under her covers. Today she...
If Lexi Mariner hadn't been so drunk she never would have set the cupid trap and never would have caught the cupid, but she had been drunk—slurry and piss-on-the-world drunk—and her friend Jenna the self-styled Witch hadn't wanted to talk to her on the phone at 11:30 PM about what Lexi should do with Ross Endicot, not when Lexi was in one of her moods, and n...
As I lay on top of the vaulting horse with a clear view of Leonardo and Venus who were both still assuming the position. I focused on the sensations assaulting my body, my cock stretched by the leather cock trap, my cock and balls held in a vise like grip by the "lips" of the leather "pussy", my nipples tormented by the twist lock clamps attached by the smal...
Oliver, 23, was a good looking guy. Women found him sexy. He was always surrounded by them. But he was very faithful to his girlfriend whom he loved very much. Same was true from the girl's side also. Amanda Reynolds, she loved him like crazy. She was a rare, beauty with brain. She was highly intelligent. Amanda was very voluptuous too. She was 22, 5'4' in h...