Jane had been on job probation at the Bellmore for a month when Ann, her supervisor, called her into her office at the end of her shift. She smiled as Jane entered and took up the offer of a seat. "Well, how have things been going for you?" Ann asked. Jane nodded. "Very well, thank you. I quite enjoy the work." Again Ann smiled. "We are very pleased with...
Note: I did their names in the western way, instead of Japanese. First part of the story is a background. TOLD BY UKITAKE... bwahaha.. I mean, isn't he such a nice captain. PS. I made up the whole thing about Hell Guardians, but its sounds cool, so it's staying.... ----------------- It has been three years after the whole ryoka incident meets Sosuke Aiz...
Chapter 02: Andrew's Story As always my thanks go to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement This is the second short story of the "No Welcome Home" mystery. At this time I have no idea how many stories there will be in the series, or when I will get around to writing them. Sometimes getting the...
= = = = = = = Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the fifth in this series and describes a day leading up to an evening of group electro-sex. It might make more sense if you have read the previous days of "Three J's and an S Go Skiing" For the most part...
Mikayla was unsatisfied. She rolled over and looked at her boyfriend Tony, blissfully asleep beside her. His mop of hair, normally kept so carefully swooshed, was tangled around his face, and he was snoring like a monster. Mikayla loved Tony. She reached gently under the covers and felt his flaccid cock. She loved Tony, but she did not love Tony's cock. The...
In my area—and I suspect in yours—the local news regularly runs stories of prostitution "stings." In case you are not familiar with them, they work like this: female police officers pose as prostitutes. They may walk a street "known" for prostitution (which in my city means you may find, at most, a dozen down-and-out, drug-addicted women on a busy night, plu...
That was the first of many visits to the laboratory, but I didn't get to play with the futabot again. Instead, I was the subject of investigation, and spent hours being interviewed, answering seemingly random questions, electrodes all over my head, a vibrator pressed to my pussy and purring away. Or sometimes I was strapped into the chair while feathers tick...
Somewhere in the Midwest; "Hey, long time no see. I usually avoid coming in to town, I wouldn't mind seeing my old friend again and not too much of anybody else. I guess if it wasn't for keeping up with my sister, you wouldn't have found me. Here; take my number, I don't have time to email on the road. 707 579 4452" He sends the email on his phone, reclined...
A man walks into my shop. He is a hottie. He is definitely not like all the other losers that come in here. He stands 6'3" tall, from what I can tell around 200lbs, brown hair, ocean blue eyes. He dresses like he is made of money, and yet not from here... I have to really focus on what he's asking since I can't seem to stop staring. I have to card everyone...
Author's note: This story has been written at the request of Jen. She does exist, lives in Louisiana, and Uncle Jimmy also really exists. However his shenanigans are purely the figment of Jen's very fertile imagination and the author's wayward sexual deviancy. Jen wants a slow build up in the story, so what Jen wants, she gets. I need to point out that thi...