PotC 6: Dangerous Waters Captain Jack Sparrow sat downing his rum as the flabby, balding man sitting next to him prattled on. Jack absently mused that the adage about silk purses and sows ears was most appropriate. The man might have the money to be finely dressed, but as to personal hygiene, well, even pirates had their standards. Jack had long since stopp...
Standing alone in my room, in front of a full length mirror, I was busy admiring myself standing fully nude except for a pair of black thigh high stockings. I was fresh out of the shower, completely freshly shaven and my dark, shoulder length hair still warm from the hair dryer. My slender body was highlighted by my full C cups. They were perky as ever and m...
I cinched the soft restraint around Jack's right ankle. He was stretched out, spread eagled, in four-point restraints. The soft morning light passed through the shear drapes casting soft shadows across the king sized bed and highlighted my bound lover's body lying on the contrasting dark sheets. My hand was still on Jack's ankle as I looked up and admired my...
PotC 7: The Prisoner Pelaam: July 2007, based on a picture from Millie. The Prisoner Will was cold, wet and helpless. A wooden pole was across his shoulders to which his hands were bound with painful and unnecessary tightness. It not only ensured he was incapable of escape but was making his back and shoulders stiff and sore. He staggered forward, once ag...
~~Jack~~ The meeting with the Invictus triumvirate went better than he expected. He told Julias first, about the werewolves, and then Julias insisted he tell the triumvirate as a whole; the problem was bigger than just him. So Jack scheduled a meeting to stand before the council, and like filing a report, detailed the issue with the werewolves. Convenientl...
Just a few hours earlier, the clear blue sky had been thick with hot lead and flak. The American B-17 bombers struggled to maintain formation despite the onslaught of Focke Wulf 190's, Messerschmitt 109's, and deadly flak. However, the bombers were far from sitting ducks. They weren't called 'Flying Fortresses' for nothing. Top and bottom machine gun turrets...
Marion's breath was coming in short, ragged gasps as her panting mind chased after an elusive orgasm. Her fingers tightened their grip on Jack's head as he laboured deep in the fur of her pussy, licking, sucking, searching for her pleasure like a buried treasure. With small pushes she tried to steer his tongue, guiding it in its pursuit of the phantasm of he...
Sometime later Jack awoke to find himself lying on the same paper-covered table, still nude with his clothes still somewhere in a different room. For a few moments he just rested quietly on the table musing about his recent experiences. So far it seemed that each visit Jack made to the clinic was better than the previous one. Almost immediately after Jack w...
"What can I do about it??????" Kirk whined again. They had tried everything to get Emily pregnant...to have their first child. She'd been off the pill ever since their wedding last year and, every 28 days, smack dab in the middle of her cycle when her temperature increased slightly to let the newlyweds know she was ovulating, they'd fuck like rabbits for the...
Back before the kids, my wife Janet and I would have some small get-togethers every weekend or so with a couple we were friends with (Jack and Lisa). Well, Janet found out from Lisa that Jack had a little problem, Jack was a real Minuteman! According to Lisa, Jack couldn't last more than a minute in her mouth which frustrated Lisa. When Janet told me t...