Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed the deal on my purple futon. Sold to me by a fellow with an uncanny resemblance to the fucker who successfully coveted my wife Monica, both men shared the same olive complexion, busy moustaches and wavy black hair. Unfortunately, lots of hard looking and edgy men, men of a c...
Jonathan Nelson's Apartment, 6:30 PM: Nora and Jonathan nearly destroyed his bed, as he fucked Dr. Gunderson's daughter to distraction. She never imagined that he would be such a great lover, but he had a superhuman sexual prowess. This was probably just a fling, but it was one that Nora fully intended to have its greatest impact, if she had her way. For...
The only light came from the glow of a flat-screen monitor on the laptop computer perched on a TV table in the darkened room. The little, gnome-like person sat on the narrow bed and hunched himself closer so that he could read every word of the "Loving Wives" story scrolling down his screen. His dirty hand fondled his deflated penis in a vain attempt to bri...
A Novel by Paris Waterman ***** Six Years Earlier Robert peeled off his surgical gloves. The operation had been a difficult one, but after 7 hours of grueling work he had succeeded in repairing the damaged heart valve. His brow was deeply furrowed as the tall, lean black man allowed thoughts of Alice to enter his mind for the first time since entering the...
Here we are, Babs, two seats. This reminds me of the days when we used to sneak out of college to the coffee shop in the high street. I don't know about you but I am going to have a cappuccino with lots of froth and lots of chocolate. How about you? Just a latte -- are you sure? What about one of those chocolate eclairs? No? I hope you didn't mind me calling...
The old crone shuffled across the room. The horse had smelt her as she appeared but couldn't see her. She checked it was a male and took a canister from inside her cloak. The stallion walked towards her when she stepped out into the open. It's nostrils were flared and it's eyes bright. She muttered the spell under her breath and it calmed down, under her con...
In a letter delivered by private courier: Dear Love Of My Life, That was sarcasm, in case you failed to recognize it. I won't go into how I got out of the hospital a few months ago, no one needs to know. Sorry I missed the man waiting outside my room; he had to pee sometime. I understand he stayed there for another 36 hours before someone told him I was g...
"I'm sorry Don. I know I'm going to miss you but it's for the best." I was ending my 3 month affair with Don Miles. He was a lovely guy and great in bed. He had brought a new zest for life to the bored, fed up woman that I had been when I met him. In fact my weekly afternoon trysts with Don had been the best possible therapy I could have had. They had put...
Dear Reader: The basic plot of this story was suggested to me by a guy with the nom de plume of BT Tap. I created the characters and put them into the situations that he suggested. Neither of us had any idea of how to get the characters out of these situations. Obviously I have put some of my own ideas into the story. Thank you BT for your suggested plot....
Josh/Lori continued to endure a burning ass throughout most of the following day, but by the time he returned from teaching, the sting was more of a memory. He helped prepare the evening meal just as Miranda directed, reveling in his/Lori's long skirt, breasts, hairdo, earrings and bracelets, and slip-on sandals with heels. She had even applied a little li...