Joelle knelt with the riding crop in her mouth, watching Master Crixus fucking her sous chef. She wondered if Anneliese would ever respect her again. Such a sweet Goth-hippie girl, and a hard worker! This was a thrill all right, being subjugated by your lover and your employee...but it really might harm their working relationship. Joelle owned a jumpin' re...
Zunächst möchte ich Euch die Austriebe meiner Fantasie präsentieren. Ich verhehle nicht, dass sich der ein oder andere Rechtschreibfehler, Fehler im Satzbau bzw. in der Grammatik eingeschlichen haben könnte. Der erste Teil wird zunächst als Einleitung Verwendung finden. Die nachfolgenden Teile werde ich versuchen, ausführlicher zu Formulieren. Ach ja, alle B...
Barbie Doll – an old man enjoying with a real life doll LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup A w...
Moving forward-finally. Writing this book is fun in the sense that I actually check the weather in the Laguna, Irvine and Bayside area of California. Trying to keep it as accurate as possible, I also use actual addresses. Can anyone find the houses I've mentioned? or the roads, or even where our Gabe had his accident? I also have a playlist I use to get me i...
As a reminder, this is a continuation of a reprint of a story that I posted in 2015. I was rereading it lately and correcting some of the typos (I'm sure I missed some) when it dawned on me that perhaps I should repost this story (in the original chapter format) for readers today. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, addition...
There is very little sex in this story. A story of an unexpected love that grew and grew, and the aftermath. Just a few words to those who are hateful and insulting with their comments. I don't mind that you don't like the story line, or the grammar, or the spelling, or the punctuation. All of that can be used to improve my writing. The insults to me and my...
*If I love women, I'm straight; and if I love men, I'm confused; does being Bi make me greedy?* Thank you Frontma for burning the midnight oil on this one. (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rha...
Part 17: The Journey of the Slave Morning began at promptly half past six as Ann's alarm rang. She silenced the alarm and felt the presence next to her. She hadn't woken all night, and had slept comfortably with the warm body next to her. "Good Morning Mistress." Jeannette said checking to see if Ann was awake, and going to react to her presence. "Good M...
Grayson Sontang walked into the grimy spacer bar and looked around. It was crowded. It was always crowded since it was one of the few spacer bars in the only space port on the third planet of a very unremarkable star named Harmony - some allusion to the mythical music of the spheres. She waved to the bartending owner then pushed her way through the mass of b...
Val pulled into his driveway and put the car into park. He made no move to get out. He liked the song that was playing, and he was no rush to go inside, anyway. There was no one to greet him. No one to be excited that he was coming home. Maybe he should get a dog. Would a dog be happy to share a home with six cats? And an owner who was now travelling more...