Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond Finally having had enough of dressing and acting sexy for a while, Jane Bond decided to dress more conservatively and head downstairs for lunch at Rick's Cafe Americain Hotel in Vienna. She pinned her wavy, shoulder-length brown-black hair up in a severe "school-marm" bun, and donned her nerdiest red-fra...
Note- I do not own the rights to James Bond 007, neither the movies nor the novels. This is a parody intended for fun only. x Dedicated to Karen Dor from You Only Live Twice, another Bond girl gone too soon, RIP. x Amsterdam, 1971. James Bond didn't know an awful lot about diamonds except they were a girl's best friend. On a mission as secret agent 007...
Hey guys, next chapter here. I know there are a few questions as to how she could give in so easily and didn't kill the blonde twins. In response I'd like to recall your attention to the reason Tia ran: the mate bond was forcing Kyle's opinion on her, as her own! xx Anyway, hope you enjoy this next one and the story and sex will start to really pick up agai...
Not only did I not wake up in my dream where I'd left off the night before, I woke up a little disoriented from the phone ringing. "Hello," I said, answering in hopes of stopping the annoying noise it was making. "Wake up call, Mr. Thomas. It's 7AM. Is there anything we can get you?" The sexy female voice on the other end of the phone was eager to please,...
Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond Returning from lunch in the MI-6 cafeteria on her third day as a British spy, Jane Bond headed for her computer. She wasn't quite sure why she was on the computer again. She had spent a frustrating morning in a fruitless search of the database for more information on William Washington Walker, alias terr...
Authors note: Thank you for choosing to read this story. I have only recently fallen in love with the story of the wolf and this is my first attempt at a wolf based story so please forgive me any folklore mistakes. Comments would be most welcome so that I can judge whether or not I should continue. I hope that you enjoy it as I have many great ideas of where...
The pounding Jamaican sun loomed over James Bond, just obstructed enough by the shade of the palm tree under which he rested to give him a moment's reprieve, his sweaty, tanned frame resting against the torso of his lover Charlotte. James was fond of women of all kinds and shapes, as they were equally fond of him, and yet Charlotte struck a special chord in...
Fantasy 1: Underneath The Mango Tree Arnold Craven drove his rented BMW in the streets of London out to find that Madame Gypsy Rose’s address that his pal Johnny Olron gave him. He turned left to a narrow street called Dean driving slowly as he scoured the building establishments. Finally he spotted the place. It was a jazz pub called Al-Grozo with Egyptia...
There's nothing quite like standing at the luggage carousel of an airport, waiting for your bags to arrive. The scene is the same everywhere. People craning their necks, looking...hoping...praying that the items they gave the airline will actually show up on that magical moving belt. It's a little like Russian roulette. Someone's going to get the bullet in t...
Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond Completely drained after hours of lovemaking, Wendy Warmcox (wife of terrorist arms merchant William Washington Walker, or W for short) and British MI-6 spy Jane Bond, fell into a half-sleep in each other's arms, punctuated by occasional kisses on each other's mouths, necks, and nipples. Jane realized th...