Meghan The ultimate objective is to use him. Specifically, to use him to seduce young women and hopefully corrupt them so that they, in turn, can do the same to young men and so on. This is my admittedly unbalanced way of commemorating dear 'Daddy' who started me on the path of deviancy. Of course, 'deviancy' is subjective, but I don't think his practice of...
Chapter 3 -- At the Movies After we left Victoria's Secret, Susan asked about an X-Rated Video store downtown. "Does that store show movies?" she asked me. Since I had been there several times to get my rocks off during our low-sex years, I knew the place fairly well. "It has booths where one or two people can feed quarters into the video machine and pi...
Chapter Eleven - An Offer You Can't Refuse! Michele remained on her knees and waited for Chief Writer Rod Latham to come over to the bunk to see what he wanted of her. It turned out he wanted a quick fellatio session, which she provided. After the three sailors had satisfied their urges with Michele it was time to talk business. "So as you can see compar...
A/N: I am so sorry for the ridiculous delay!! Lots of things got in the way! Enjoy ***** "No!" Angelica snickered into her phone, laughing harder at the sound of Ivan groaning on the other end of the line. "I'm serious! You've been so busy lately, it's like I never see you! We haven't even been on an actual date, you just come over and we waste time." S...
"Grant, this is Angela. Angela, this is Grant." When Carrie said that she had a particularly special virgin for his consumption this Friday night, Grant was skeptical. Sure, the two dozen cute young things that Carrie had fed him in the past several months were all quite nice—and some of them quite a bit more than nice—but they didn't really raise his temp...
(In London, (England) just south of the river Thames a high status Roman grave was excavated in the late 1990's. Unusually for such a high status grave it was placed outside the main graveyard where dignitaries would be buried. Therefore it would appear that the occupant although wealthy and respected stood outside mainstream society. A number of the gravego...
This story was written by me for a lovely Canadian lady to give as a gift to her lover. The story is based on their real life relationship. * The day started out with a blustery snowstorm coming in from the North. Living in Canada this was a natural occurrence for late December, but this one was not your typical winter snowfall. Six inches of the wintry fl...
Chapter 1: A Little Joy I woke up from my peaceful slumber at about nine thirty in the morning. My mom was still fast asleep in her bed, and waking her up would be a bad idea. She works the graveyard shift at a local diner and deals with all the crazies at the time of day they are most active. The alarm clock in her room would wake her. That's why she boug...
Janet's tale of her afternoon with Tim gave me much food for thought – and fantasy – in the ensuing days, and weeks. Despite my excitement at recalling what had happened between them in the bedroom, my mind kept returning to the scene, afterwards, in the kitchen, when Tim had slid Janet's dressing-gown off and felt her tits in front of the uncurtained window...
It was late eighties, 1989 to be precise. I was in my final year of School of Architecture. I used to stay in a small rented house close to the university. The house belonged to a friend of my dad, so the rent was more than reasonable. I was working at a architecture firm part time and at the end of the day, I had enough money to buy books, eat and watch a m...