As another day bloomed on the tropical island, she couldn't help thinking about what the evening might bring? Was it possible to OD on kink? In the back of her mind she wondered if she could overdo it and become blasé? Certainly would not want that to happen -- she was enjoying this too much. She vowed to discus it with her new friends later. For now the poo...
Author's note: Welcome back to this story, y'all! Hope you like this second chapter :-) If you're new to this story - welcome aboard! It would make more sense if you read Ch. 01 first, and if you've got a bit more time you may want to check out my previous series - "Lucky Bastard" and "Whiskey and Rye" - before starting this one, since they are all kind of...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
When I arrived at the house that Friday morning, Mike was already at work. Gwen made breakfast for me. After eating, we washed, dried, and put away the dishes. Since Gwen would be gone for nearly a month, and Mike for the better part of two months, we wanted the house in perfect order before leaving. Gwen went to the post office and put a hold on the mail....
It was only intended to be a joke. It all began when my wife and I found that we had a kids free weekend coming up and any parents out there will understand exactly what that means. We decided to make the most of it by having a weekend away, not far, only about forty miles but they say a change is as good as a rest and we'd got a good deal on a flat in o...
PRELUDE Shannon's body moved slowly in the seat, responding to every little touch, each caress. She didn't know which was the slowest...his mouth exploring the inside of her trembling thighs as it moved up from her knees or the excruciatingly slow descent of her soaked thong being drawn down her legs. When they met half way he didn't ignore either one. In...
This story is dedicated to my very good Internet friend LadyCibelle with whom I've had no communication for a worryingly long period of time now. Would anyone who has direct knowledge of her present situation please contact me? I sincerely thank those folks from around the world, who have assisted in the preparation this text for posting. The following is...
She stood back away from the churning bodies in the mosh pit listening to the band play. Her hair was cut short in the front only to fall long and silky in the back, almost to her ass, framed her face. Her make-up dark against her soft white skin, blacks and reds with purple shadow over her eyes created a vision of worthy of any and all including the reignin...
For the first twenty years of my adult life I've worn a uniform - starched, creased and pressed. The first was olive green; I spent eight years in the Army and saw a taste of war in Kuwait and Somalia. I honored the oath I'd made to my Uncle Sam and am proud to have served. The next twelve years were spent in navy blue behind the wheel of a patrol car. I s...
This story contains descriptions of an explicitly sexual nature. Any participants have at least achieved their 18th birthday and all sex described herein is with mutual consent. The story line and characters are entirely fictional: any similarities are purely coincidental. It contains elements of the following: inter-generational incest; transvestitism; v...