Note- Usual disclaimer, This is purely a fictional story and does not relate any real events or persons. xxx Kaley had enjoyed a visit to England and was now ready to return to L.A. in order to commence recording the latest batch of episodes of her hit television show. Like many others she had been fascinated by the upcoming Royal wedding of Prince Harry...
Penny's footsteps echo down the long corridor, early evening sunlight filters through windows set with leaded glass, splashing rainbow colours onto plain stark walls. Penny, more properly Penelope, stops for a moment; a knot of anxiety twists in her stomach, apprehension lines her face. Pushing back her shoulders resolutely she continues, carefully checking...
The man known as Stavros DarKoven walked into the Golden Keg tavern in the Dwarven District of Stormwind, and retrieved his room key from the innkeeper, who had kept it for him while he did some exploring. His long black hair gleamed wetly; he had returned from one of the bath houses, where he had been soaked, shaved massaged, and finally eaten a light break...
[This story is part of a series. It helps if you read earlier chapters but it is not critical to your enjoyment. There is some severe discipline so if that bothers you, read no further. All characters are over 18.] ***** Eleanor was surprised one morning at her office at Goose Cookers to receive an official-looking envelope with a return address of the Dep...
All day long I've been thinking about this moment Laura. No, that's not right. All week I've been living out this moment. But that's not strictly true either. Since booking the hotel three months ago, I've been thinking of the moment we finish our glasses of Prosecco, and leave the table for the anonymity of our room. That moment is now. The short walk al...
My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Read and enjoy. * My husband, Joe, and I have been married for 15 years. Neither one of us are able to produce babies. I don't know if that medical fact or our high sexual arousal cause our desire for sex as often as possible. Joe feels that my looks alone can get...
This is an email I received from Jan, the female half of a couple I have known for years and been very close to. Jan and her husband Mack are in their late fifties and they remain some of the most interesting and well-rounded folks I have ever known. Dear Gus, Thank you so much for the pictures of your grandchildren. They grow so fast and we are positive w...
As a freelance writer for various publications, I'm able to choose the topics I wish to write about. My interests are quite diverse and this is reflected in my body of work. Several years ago, while on vacation in San Francisco, I attended the annual Exotic/Erotic Ball. It was such an incredible experience that I submitted a lengthy POV piece to a local alte...
I've been a student at college for more than three months now, and I don't think I can take it any more. I'm not talking about the studies. The schoolwork is fine; I go through my cycles of attentiveness and discipline like everyone else, but I get serviceable grades. The thing I'm speaking of is my desire to feel the warm lips and tongue of a man on my vag...
An idyllic afternoon in the Carribean. Slavers by A Broadsword The warm breeze barely made the flag flutter on classic 36 foot yacht the "Empress." as she swung at anchor fifty yards or so off the quayside of the only town on a tiny Carribean Island while two vacationing university students, blonde haired blue eyed Lynnie and dark haired brown eyed Jo lay...