Again I'd like to thank my editor, dianaprince_73 for the proofing and correcting of this story. Without her help and knowledge I know the story wouldn't be as good. Please read Chapter 1&2 to fully understand where this chapter starts. * Bonnie had three weeks left on her original contract and her husband Bob was sincerely hoping she would stop modeling...
Dear Reader - Please read the previous chapters of Fictional Fantasies first, to fully appreciate this story. Please do also provide your feedback which will encourage me to continue publishing subsequent chapters! ------------------------- Meg's tall, dark-haired nameless stranger was very rarely out of her mind from that point onwards. As he had requeste...
I came home early from a business trip and found a strange car in my driveway. Now, I've read enough of these stories to know what that means. It's a cliché for a reason. Rather than just barge through the front door with guns blazing, I figured I'd do a little detective work. I parked my car down the road and backtracked to the rear of our house. I crouched...
Fatima's secret lair underneath the University seemed at first to be little more than a warren of tiny rooms for her to hide in alone while awaiting our arrival. A tour around it hardly took a hundred steps. As it turned out, however, Fatima was hardly isolated, and her reach extended a great deal farther than the confined spaces of her concealment. She was...
Author's note: This story contains some anti-gay slurs. This is not meant to insult anyone, but they are necessary for the telling of this tale. I hope that the reader can see past any offense he might take, and understand why they are integral to the story. ***** Mary Margaret had gotten a full tray for dinner. Chicken and dumplings were a special treat a...
I have mentioned once before that I am cursed with an active imagination. This also holds true when I sleep and especially while travelling, when I find my dreams clearer than usual. Even so, the visions I beheld the night of our arrival in Constantinople were sharper and stranger than anything I have ever known. Perhaps there was opium in the hookah I'd smo...
Hey all! Here's the penultimate chapter; I promised I'd finally finish something. All comments questions and whatnot are welcome via my profile page. ***** The next few weeks were very rewarding. Ian continued to work out, continued his training, and continued to fuck me and a host of other women utterly senseless. It was a simply glorious thing to see a y...
(To the reader: If you like the following story, the author would appreciate hearing from you via the PM function in the Forum section and can reply. The author cannot reply by email.) [The following is transcribed from a collection of papers recently found in a cardboard box in the attic of an old house in rural Vermont that was once a parsonage. It is...
Note to the Reader: I always get grief when I post a story with no sex in it, so this is fair warning: There is no raw sex in this story. It's a sexually-oriented romance about the consequences of swinging. * * * * * I had not seen Aaron Lerner in five years. Six years, once I stopped to think about it. I was at the Home Depot at Milestone Center, looking...
(Note to the reader: This is the second and final chapter of the third part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." The first part is titled "Fear and Lusting." The second is "Yard Sale." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters, except this one, which I thought would be better served in two courses. I hope...