These stories are based on my crazy fun life. More info about me in bio. The tall muscular Andrew Jackson looked over the office of the Japanese company he had just acquired. It was the CEO corner office on the 11th floor filled with expensive furniture. Andrew had never owned companies in Japan before but from what he had read when he had googled Japanes...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * I, Thomas Rydbeck, am a hated stranger in this small Scandinavian town where I have my job. Everybody in town knows what I did and for the time being a lot of people out there really hate me. The simple reason for their hate is that I seduced a very beautiful woman who was married to a popular local sports s...
"Good morning Ms. Anderson," Karen said as her boss walked past her desk station and into her office. "Good morning Karen," Ms. Anderson said, not even stopping to make eye contact, "I'm going to be very busy today, so I'll need you to let me know if you get any mail for me." "Will do," Karen said as she tried to look busy behind her computer. Karen conti...
Chapter Six -- Biker Bitch Jake Aimes could never figure his wife out. Becky seemed to run hot and cold, her affection waxed and waned. Some nights, she was still the wildcat he married, snarling and biting and begging for his cock. Other days, she was so cold, he could have chilled a beer between her legs. Luckily, he still had the affections of his daught...
Enter our protagonist, mild-mannered Doug Tate. To look at him, as he walked into the business office, there was nothing at all remarkable about Doug. He was average all over. Average height, average weight... even his hair was an average color somewhere between light brown and dirty-blonde. The most distinctive thing about Doug were his black wire-rimmed...
(MF, bdsm, Sybian) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. I'd like to thank Erika for the editing and Georg for creating the PAMagazine universe. (c) 2003 Couture *********** Megan's Lindsey's Diary 6/25/13 Dear Diary, Today was the most horrible day of my life. It all started going wro...
I wake up after six long hours of restlessly rolling around and sleeping on the carpeted floor all the while you sleep so sweetly and soundly in a Queen sized bed that's big enough to hold at least four people. I don't dare wake you yet as I remember the list you have given me with chores to do before waking you. Six hours earlier as I'm kneeling on the fl...
Chapter Fifteen: Screech Today I found a strange woman waiting along with the secretary. At least I thought it was a woman and under the circumstances I imagined little else. She was a rough looking individual with almost no physique, no tits or ass, all legs, arms and a head, the thinnest creature I had ever seen. She had a short bob of black hair, more bl...
The year was 1955, and the world was in danger. This danger came not in the form of the atom and its radioactive caprices, nor from the pernicious touch of Communism. This danger came from beyond the stars, from the surface of Venus, and it came in sleek, metallic space-ships. — — — Rick Sullivan, square-jawed hunk and former GI, strode through the guts of...
This is probably the conclusion to City Lights. Feel free to comment below. :-) Enjoy! * * * * * * * * * * I was lying on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on me, flat on my back, booty on the edge of the bed, legs spread as far as I could spread them, my long straight black hair spread out across the mattress, while Billy was standing, his hands supporti...