He had been looking at her for the past twenty minutes. She was in a conversation that seemed to be boring her. "Why don't you just go talk to her?" asked his best friend Mike. "Because I don't know her, and she already has someone entertaining her." Ken replied with some attitude. "Well it doesn't seem like she wants his company." He replied looking her...
The house of the Dauphin of Agincourt was rife with corruption and debauchery. Know all at the outset that never in French history was one more decadent than this. In France, King Henry's men languished in Agincourt castle prison. Their humiliation at the hands of the French was ceaseless. English Knights of higher order found themselves visited for the s...
8/25/2013@Published ! The Omnipotence or the Antifascist of the greedy and taking advantage of others whom are less fortunate. A mental state & sense of self-justification of acquired unscrupulous abnormal acquisitions, coupled with self-righteous entitlement objectives of grandiose predilections of impaired objectification's. A constant cognitive state...
Maryland's Heritage Introduction: This is being written in response to something an anonymous commenter included regarding my story titled "Wife Gets What She wants'. He said he had friends who all referred to Maryland as a 'Yankee State'. I wanted to address that remark. Well I am a Yankee in the 'American' sense, but I'm not precisely a Yankee, and nei...
I live in dread of the day when my wife leads me to the other room, the one we don't use; the third room. But of course the prospect also excites me. It excites me more than anything and I constantly imagine how it will be; sometimes just little scenes and sometimes a full start-to-finish scenario. It hangs unspoken over our love-making. Maybe it will never...
It was a hot night in the deep south of the United States and on one of the older plantations, stood a majestic house on top of a hill, bathed in the light of the full moon. On the eastern side of the house, on the highest living level and directly in front of the two huge glass doors guarding the master bedroom, stood two figures who were intently looking p...
Standing on the second floor balcony just off her hotel room, face tilted up feeling the warm breeze of the tropical night embrace her body like a lover. Long silky tendrils of her hair brushed against her bare skin, softly caressing. A bead of sweat slowly trickled from her neck into the valley of her large, firm breasts. Her voluptuous body was covered in...
The pleasant feeling of someone playing with his dick awoke him. He could feel her head on his chest and her hand fondling his testicles and penis. Looking down, Frank could see the top of her tussled blond hair as she toyed with him. They were both nude and he was flat on his back with his arm curled around her. Sue was lying on her left side, looking down...
"Fuck this lousy place," I said angrily, glaring at Stewart Mill, and the ugly, smug little fucker smirked, a wicked gleam in his pale eyes. I walked out of the Rex Bar, never to return. I thought about pulling my stake out of my pocket and dusting the annoying little bozo, but I couldn't afford to get such heat on myself. A man's got to know his limitations...
Count Dracula laughed knowingly as he stood with his new young protege at the top of the driveway of 1746 Maple Pie Avenue, peering through the midnight darkness at the windows of the Gripshaw house. "Tonight we shall drink, and drink well!" the Prince of Darkness cackled in a thick Transylvanian accent (which was by no means easy for him, since he was actu...