The man and the girl sit side by side on the couch watching television. Even though it was a warm night the girl has her duvet draped over her legs and upper body. Perhaps it is just as well, because she is clad in just her nightdress. And she has her feet up on the couch seat with her arms clasped around her knees outside the duvet. The man, distracted by t...
Is a much younger women with an older man, every man's sexual fantasy? Just as women dream of striking it rich by marrying a wealthy, older man, older men dream of having sex with beautiful, sexy women half their age. Cougars versus sugar daddies, does age really matter? Once the hot sex is over or the money exchanges hands, even those in this sort of relat...
The bar fell into a hush when she walked in. Conversations stopped in a wave around the entrance, rippling out until the entire place was silent. Kanye blared from the digital jukebox but you could hear a pin drop. If she blushed, you couldn't tell; her cheeks were hidden behind deep black fur. The tip of her black tail, weighted down with a golden metal b...
** Originally submitted as darkeyeddemon while I lived on the east coast of Florida ** This story is not at all what my readers have come to expect. It was initially written entirely for myself, and long after its' writing it comes to serve a new purpose. I lost a nephew this past Tuesday June the 3rd 2003. He committed suicide, and that makes my black old...
I was in the library. I was in the middle of a book, alone at my table, no others are really around to make noise or be bothersome in any way. Sighing, I relax into my comfortable wooden chair and continue to read. Suddenly I feel a warm hard hand upon my leg--and as I turn to look a man clad in the purest black looks me into the eyes. We sit there for a few...
He waited on the bed as instructed. He had dressed exactly as he was asked: A pair of lavender lace trimmed panties stretched tightly over the young man's small cock; a matching bra covered his hard brown nipples too. He also had on a garter belt and some high heels. Too top in off he had on some coral lipstick and he had painted his nails perfectly. There...
I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most. My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn't be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure no...
This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any historical figures used in this work of fiction are not meant to be historically accurate. This book is intended for mature reade...
A middle-aged man entered the Asian massage located in a small strip mall which had seen better days. An old woman, likely a refuge from the Viet Nam war was behind a cluttered counter. She looked at him. Finally she spoke. "First time you here?" She asked. The man nodded. "You here get massage I think?" Her years in the states had done little to improve...
"Well, it's a good thing you got rid of him," Mia said. Ellen didn't answer. They walked in silence for a minute, following the path among the tall trees. Summer had finally come - they could both see and smell it. It was a hot day, but pleasantly cool here in the woods. "What I don't get," Ellen said, brushing aside her long blonde hair, "is how you can s...