As with my other stories, all characters are over 18. Some are composites of real people I know or have met, while others are purely fictitious. Of course, the names have been changed and any other identifying aspects. This story is a little different from the others I have written. It attempts to be more character driven, than sex driven, although there a...
I apologize for taking so long for another submission to this story. Thanks to all those who are encouraging me to continue this tale. Hopefully the next chapter will be quicker. For those who care about such things, this chapter contains both oral and regular intercourse. ***** Thorburn and Stuart came down in the morning, still expecting to find Ailene h...
Part 1: You pick me up and we are on your way back to your house in your car. As I get in you slide your hand under my ass as I sit down and give my left ass cheek a nice little squeeze as you lean over to kiss me briefly before we take off. You pull your hand out from under me and place it on my lap as we kiss, squeezing at my crotch to feel my cock. We h...
Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding her captor's desired amount of creamer brought the coffee's level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by the edges...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This is continuation of a reprint of a story that I posted in 2015 on this site. I was rereading it lately and correcting some of the typos (I'm sure I missed some) when it dawned on me that perhaps I should repost this story (in the original chapter format) for readers today. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, as a reminder,...
Norm Underground. That was the only way to do it. "What was that?" Tilly said as she yawned. I turned my head on the pillow to look at her. She was lying on her side, her face lit by a thin shaft a sunlight slipping between the curtains. Her eyes opened and she regarded me quizzically. I was certain that I had not spoken aloud, and it wasn't the first tim...
I watched as Ken's little red sports car disappeared from view then carried my bag and the notebook he'd given me into the house. As I emptied my bag into a laundry basket, I thought about Ken's offer and decided I needed to tell Daddy about it when I sent him my report on the weekend with him. As I headed toward the stairs I noticed I had a couple message...
Author's note: Here we go again with a short romance of roughly 15k words. Have fun and please don't forget to vote or even make my day with a comment, be it positive or critical but please be polite. My thanks go to my editors. Stattion for his help to make the storyline consistent and fluent and Joffa for his spelling, grammar and punctuation expertise....
Chapter 1 A small advertisement in the high fashion magazine at the beauty salon where Arlene Cabot was having pedicure before eyebrow arching, caught the eye of the pampered 40-year-old fading beauty: Day/Evening companion for adventurous woman while hubby is exhausting himself on mini golf tour or trekking inland on manly pursuits. Confidentiality guar...