My name is Stephanie. Let me describe myself. I am thirty year old attractive blond standing 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighing about 130 pounds. I have firm and perky size 34b breasts and a fit figure which I work daily at keeping. I am the executive assistant to the Senior Vice President - Sales and Marketing of a large international company. It is a respon...
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. The largest ship in the Kenyan navy, the 280-foot-long P3124 Jasiri was built in 2013 and was now docked in Melbourne. The pr...
I must admit that I had completely underestimated the effect on Marie of making her my personal assistant and sex slave. She had always been effective, efficient and professional beforehand, but our new relationship brought out three things I hadn't anticipated: (1) the closer we worked together the more responsibility I could give her because her perspectiv...
I hadn't seen or heard from Deserae since college and I didn't even realize that she still knew I was alive, let alone where to find me. The phone call inviting me to lunch came out of the blue and I was still wondering what she could possibly want to talk about after all these years. It was six years since I had graduated and we had broken up six months p...
He glances at her across the car as they speed down the highway. The far off look in her eyes intrigues him, but he doesn't think it appropriate to ask his boss why she's flushed and staring out the window at the horizon. Their trip should only take a few hours; he wiggles a bit in his seat thinking about simply sitting beside her in silence for any given le...
Sean smiled at Cortney as he ordered a chicken burger, and a bottle of water, "What time are you free?" He asked. "I'm working!" She tutted, "Do you have any idea-" Sean rolled his eyes, and interrupted " Yeah yeah, I can see that." He smiled as she scrambled around, trying to not draw attention. "Um, could I have that in a bag, to go?" He asked as he...
The minute he stepped into the room a slow and aching fear began to spread across his back and settle into his shoulders. In one quick glance he could tell his entrance was a mistake, but it was far too late to turn back. The room was a perfect cube, four rust stained walls, a window covered with a thick layer of dark brown filth, one solitary light bulb han...
Varassa spent the next hour meeting with her scout commander discussing his latest foray to the surface, and by the end she'd even learned the male's name: Maliveth. His supplicants were far less relevant, of course, though they did provide her with a detailed map of the surface region surrounding the ancient temple above. Soon, perhaps, she could convince t...
Legal disclaimer time: The people in my story are totally made up and shouldn't have any resemblance to any current or past hockey player. Once again I'm developing characters and plot, so be patient and hang in there! * Song 2 java,I love java sweet and hot, Whoops, Mister Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot, and I'll pour me a shot, A cup, a cup,...
(FICTION ONLY) SOLUTION to military brainstorm - create a "Breeding Farm" while solving the reproduction issue that's lingering globally. Make money and ensure new babies are born to only the "rich and famous" (aka...best "genes"..as it's survival of the fittest out there!) in the world's society. This IDEA came from Military and Global Leaders. It was a c...