Seven The fun comes to an end. We were both nude in the lounge, I'd shared the remaining champagne and we were walking to the bar with the empty bottle and glasses when our food arrived, the blue collared girl who brought it fascinated by my still erect cock, even though it was flagging a little by now. We sat at the small table and ate it; she'd got me a...
"Can I thank you? Because a girlfriend told me that wasn't the thing to say," she said. I just giggled, snogged her and fell off of her. "You're welcome," I chuckled some more, standing off of the bed. "Night's still young, champagne and a Jacuzzi?" I asked, well aware I'd see her again if I gave her the Presidential Suite in Central to solicit from whilst...
This is the 12th and final part of the tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves But it is not the end for the characters 12. Epilogue As it turned out any fears about what might happen with the others at the manor proved to be unfounded. Deanna had persuaded first Jared, and then his doctors, to allow him to be discharged to the manor for his rehabilitatio...
Ah, thank God it's Friday. Unbeknownst that his wife, Linda, was already fully aroused and waiting for him to come home for the weekend, Freddie stopped at the liquor store and picked up a case of beer, a big bag of chips, a can of cashews, and the new Playboy and Penthouse magazines. Home for the weekend after a stress filled week, he was looking forward to...
It all started when Kyle and his family moved to town. It was a small town, with only one high school, and pretty much everyone knew everyone else. Kyle's dad had gotten a job at the factory, and it sounded like it was his first job in years. The factory was just barely hanging on, so no one made much money there, and it seemed like everyone in town knew you...
Warning: This story is a work of fiction, and has content that could be described as depraved, nasty, and in poor taste to some. It has content like: incest, some foot fetish, heavy rimming, farting, and fisting. * * * * * Chapter 1: "Goddamn it. These fucking critics, they're hurting my career", Britney Spears yelled as she walked into the living room, w...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...
Mark Dayton sat listening to the car radio as he waited. The rain beat a tattoo against the windshield, the incessant noise punctuated by the intermittent sweep of the wiper blades as they cleared a patch of glass wide enough for him to see through. Not that the view was particularly attractive; the high stone walls of the prison rose like a fortress above h...
Tiffany Lynn Smith was an all American girl. She was born in a small rural faming town in Arizona that was always on the verge of growing in to a big city if you asked some of the locals. If you asked the younger residents though it was a place you left not moved to. Tiffany had developed into a tall 5'10 woman in high school. She was the star of her schools...
Please enter this in the current contest. This story came to me slowly over the last few days. A neighbor was taken to the hospital by ambulance after having a mini stroke. She is home now and as of writing this she is doing fine. No neighbors, souls or trees were hurt in the writing of this story. There is no real sex in this story I never enter in the...