I woke up the next morning thinking about Carolina. She had said she'd been fired from a babysitting job, and I definitely wanted to know about that. I only had the preliminary information on her, so the firm I was using to check out my applicants was still at work. I texted the friend who owned and ran the firm to see what he knew. He told me he didn't know...
* * Thursday Night * * John got home late that night; things were busy at work. Debbie was reading in bed when he came in. She could see he was tired and moved around behind him, massaging the muscles at the base of his neck. "I was going to jump your bones," she said teasingly, "but I can see that you'd be worthless." She bent around and gave him a kiss a...
As usual my thanks go to LadyC and Techsan for their assistance in bringing this tale of woe to you. As we drove home that night I thought to myself, "Yeah, we probably have discovered why Anna had left, but we were no closer to discovering where she had actually gone." So you can understand that I wasn't as elated as some folks in the car appeared to thin...
Afternoon Delight "Not only is she beautiful," Derek was saying, "but she also has a ravenous sexual appetite." The screen flickered into life and Jill's face was smiling electronically at the room full of men. They all knew her from the wedding and various other gatherings at their host's home. And, of course, some knew her better than that. There was...
One Sunday afternoon Alec Sutherland entered an old office building in Swanston Street and went up in a slowly rising lift to the fifth floor. He walked quickly down the long corridor lined with heavy oak doors. At the far end, a sign outside a half open door announced Mrs Findlater's 'Temple of Light'. Mrs Findlater, a Psychic Medium, was at the moment pr...
When you wake up at 4:30 a.m. with an erection and a softly snoring girl in your bed, your mind naturally turns to sex. The moonlight exposed the rise and fall of her t-shirted chest and, as it only covered a small part of her ass, sex wasn't out of the question. Kissing her bed-warm ass cheeks was the beginning. As I moved down, into the valley between her...
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Chapter 1: The village of Trevby Along came the crack of dawn, where sunlight peered through the sky, awakening with the gleam of red like blood across the horizon. Odo, being that he was nineteen years of age was thoroughly accustomed to the ritual of dressing up first thing in the morning, instinctually reaching out blindly for his braies, those baggy un...
Gregory Hastenbond was the first man I could call friend since moving near Rhineville. He is tall and large with the confidence that comes from someone both quick in thought and deadly with a sword. Like every interaction I have had with men, it had started rocky. I make men and some women uncomfortable, leery, and sometimes just outright terrified. It takes...
This is straight up fetish nastiness, along the lines of "Margery" and "Maddy". There is no sensitive story telling. In fact, there's nothing redeeming here whatsoever. There is nothing remotely realistic here, despite there being several autobiographical ideas in this. But still: There's piss and poop in this story. Don't read further if toilet slavery bot...