She came up the stairs on nervous high heels, her overnight bag full of what he'd instructed her to pack. In her hand she clutched her transcription of his voice mail which she had typed while sitting in a steno chair, wearing a tight black skirt, a starched white blouse, and a black push-up bra and lace panties. Just as she was wearing now under the outer c...
This is my entry for the 2016 HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST 2016. I have never entered one of these contests before but I thought it might be fun. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. If any editors out there have comments or suggestions I'd be happy to hear your thoughts as well. * * * * * Penny Zhang was married and happily so fo...
Natalie dressed simply when she came to my apartment for the shoot. Her curly blonde hair tumbled low, past her shoulder blades. A plain black t-shirt hugged her lithe frame. Blue jeans, sandals. She left her toes unpainted, but she'd got a French pedicure at my request. She was nervous and it showed. Natalie, usually bubbly and loud, barely murmured a "hi...
"Go on Scott, please let me," begged Mel, "You'll love it, you like that kind of thing don't you?" "But I dunno if he's into that, he might be my mate but we've never really discussed our sexual fantasies," I replied, "Haven't you had enough already?" "There's never enough cock honey, not for me, and never enough cum for you either," Mel countered, smiling...
All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contain...
It was late one Friday night and Brad's tube train was emptying out as the train crawled closer to the end of the line. It had been a long week and he had worked into the early hours on most days. The two beers he had had after leaving the office had gone to his head and he started to doze. Sitting opposite him, and now the only other person in the carriage...
I was almost bucked off last night. I rode the electric pony until I do not remember getting off—figuratively and literally. My friend Q is very good with his hands. He can build and make some very imaginative toys and special furniture. Last night we debuted his latest creation—a wooden pony with an electric mane. I have ridden a wooden pony many times...
Upon the earth, the year is 1814. Here, there are no years. The newcomer walks amidst the fiery clouds and tortured souls; even in death retaining his noble bearing. Comte Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade, although quite aghast to discover that Hell did, indeed, exist (to say nothing of Heaven, a place whose existence he so contemptuously denied), smiled i...
Author's Note: This story is quick, simple, was easy and even faster to write (the only story I have ever written in one sitting - not counting the time it took to get up and give the hounds a pacifier in the shape of their evening bone - and the only story I have ever submitted within a week of starting it. In fact, I submitted it within three hours of sta...
I was nearly asleep when I heard the door open. I had no idea how long I'd been laying on the bed alone. The plug in my ass was on high and I was thoroughly enjoying the buzz, but my pussy ached and I really needed, no, wanted to cum again. All it would have taken was one good rub on my clit and I'd be over the edge and I wasn't above begging, "Emma, that pl...