Gestapo Headquarters Paris Department A2 Friday October 10 1940 9:00am I woke up abruptly, aching all over. My neck muscles were killing me and I was feeling dizzy. The morning light, which was coming through the window, was illuminating my desk and face. I closed my eyes and rubbed them hard. I must have fallen asleep during the night while going through a...
It's been 11 years since I last added any 'chapters' (if you can glorify them to that) of the cheap, trashy, rushed, debased, artless, and porn-y smut stories I've liked uploading to this website in the past. Despite receiving positive feedback from people and requests for more (you deviants), I really struggle to feel satisfied with the quality of anything...
One moment she had been in her relatively modern living room in France, and in a nostalgia-laden whimsy and semi-naked, trying on a pair of charcoal thigh-high stockings just for herself alone, much too young an item for her now, and then suddenly in the very next moment she was standing straight and very upright inside the close confines of a narrow and dar...
Ch 12: Aftermath Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. 3. The cha...
She knew that her inability to orgasm was affecting their sex life. He did too. Frustration brewed at the fringes of their relationship, threatening to overflow into conflict that they both knew their love might not survive. One night he approached her in their bedroom, as he was wont to do. However, instead of initiating another generic round of unsatisfyi...
Edited by angel love Confidently, the four Pussy Pleasers walked out on the stage and kneeled onto the pillows. With the utmost gentleness, each lifted their hands to pose their fingertips just above the tops of each stocking-covered leg. Blowing softly but purposefully into the hot, wet muff of the women, the lickers proceeded to unsnap the garter belts fr...
Running Eagle, naked except for a leather breechcloth, a red headband and moccasins, heard the melodious humming coming from the camp before he could see the owner of the voice. The naked figure of his female patient, extending her arms above her head greeted him. She looked like a mountain lion stretching her limbs after a rest in the shade. Despite the app...
My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the Camry's steering wheel. Today I was finally going to do it. I had arranged for a day off from work. There would be no time constraints, no lunch hour pressure. The boredom I had felt with Mark, and the fear that it might be bad news for the relationship, was compelling me to try something new. It took nerve to call...
This is chapter four in what will now officially be a five-part series. Chapter four is a 50-50 split between the Exhibitionist and the Erotic Couplings categories. I'm posting it in the former because the latter seems to me to be mostly for "none of the above" stories and there are definite exhibitionist elements in this chapter, but exhibitionism is not th...
*This is the first of a planned four-part series. Please let me know if you like this chapter/narrative and whether or not you want the series to proceed. All characters, unless otherwise specified, are 18 or older. Warning: there is a lot of texting in this story. If Lindsay is texting, it will be bolded with the designation L: If Stacy is texting, it w...