This is not a nice story. There are two ways it can be told. The short way, and the slightly longer way. A hand over a mouth, a dark place underground, wide eyes, naked skin, sex, begging, spanking, kicking, shouting, sweat, even -- yes -- blood. There: the short way. If you want to come quickly, scroll down a while and start there. After all, for all...
Curiosity killed the cat.... or so I've been told. I knew the old adage; I'd used it several times before. Usually, I managed to keep my own curiosity under a solid control, however this time... my curiosity of you got the better of me. We had talked several times over the telephone and numerous times over the computer. I knew what you looked like because I...
Sam drove like he did everything else, with his full attention. There was no music playing, no GPS chirping at him, no passenger. He avoided freeways and took the more sedate and scenic back routes, though he had little time for the scenery. He dove over hills and through valleys, along straight stretches and around bends with the same steady, ground-eating...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists -- Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 60). This story...
By the pale moonlight, she...that muse of mine stands looking out across the city. Her frame etched into the balcony, her divine naked form at ease with the way of the world in that moment. She...so lovely to look at, my mind sculpts an image that will last a lifetime. Her long yielding hair falls in cascading waves down her slender back. Her breasts, rising...
The following story is fiction and any resemblance to real people is simply coincidence. The author expresses his appreciation to Copperbutterfly for her editing efforts. * "Well, it has been a most satisfying trip." The speaker, sitting next to me in the second row of first class seats, was my boss, who also just happened to be my father-in-law for the...
When What To My Wondering Eyes Should Appear? You think Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote places holed-up between fantasy and reality, hope and disillusionment. Jim...
For me, Valentines Day holds neither goodwill nor romantic sentiment. The Hallmark Holiday will always be the anniversary of the loss of my first and only love: the city of Dresden, which I once called home. All these years later, I still remember the traumatic event with crystal clarity. The year was 1945, the month February, late in the Second World War....
If you haven't read chapter one of this story, I would suggest that you do so before reading this sequel. This tale is a work of fiction. If you are under eighteen or do not wish to read sexually explicit material, exit now. All rights reserved. Before proceeding, I feel that I must address an issue raised by some of the feedback to chapter one. Most of the...
Warning: Beware of another cheating husband story! Thanks to Angel Love for her friendship and editing skills. TSG Over the last six month's I've used my account on an internet dating site to seduce women in cities I routinely travel too on business. It's been a blast, developing internet personalities to match with needs of attractive and horny women in ea...