Jennifer was primping in the visor mirror as we pulled out onto Oceanside and headed for Captain Morgan's, her favorite 'dancehall', as she called it. Jenny was a fabulous dancer. Had been all her life from ballet, cheerleader, to pole dancing in San Diego at the Body Shop where I found her. "Ouuu-la-la," she chortled, putting her lipstick away and settling...
Dear Reader: I have received at least a dozen e-mail messages all saying essentially the same thing: "All your stories are about rich folks who live in Marin County or a ritzy Virginia suburb. They play golf and drink Macallan-12 at swanky country clubs. Why don't you write a story about ordinary people? They fuck too." Well, here is a story about ordinary p...
The first four chapters of this story can be found in the Nonconsent section. Thanks very much to everyone for their suggestions and comments. Enjoy!!! * * * * * Chapter 5 Alex walked to her bed and laid her head in her hands. She started to get nervous. She reached for the envelope and directions that Brian had given her. Before she looked at it, she too...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least eighteen years of age. ***** "Yes Miss Featherly," John mustered through clenched teeth. "Yes, you did pleasure yourself, or Yes you did not?" Crack the yardstick came down roughly on his bare ass. "Yes Miss Featherly, I did, I am so sorry." Crack the yardstick found its target again and th...
A rather dreary London day greeted me as I arose in the morning, the grey pale light yet another reminder of the rather depressing northern climes I had recently returned to, but never really escaped from in my thoughts. A late night out with friends after a most stimulating discussion at the London Scientific Foundation dinner the previous evening had rende...
... another titillacious tale as told by esteamed author Sir Stikkimus Soxx, Esquire... (Oh and do feel free to imagine Rupert Everett's voice whilst reading. Or not.) * * * * * Our setting today, an office. Not too hot, not too cold, but just and resoundingly right for our soon to be steamy little romp (and yes, yes, yes with all of the usual things one...
Trust--Fragile, Handle With Care Altowiese MacMurtry suspects her wife, Jerezina Pavelitch, of adultery. The accusation is false. Luigi Bascom, Esq., to the rescue? Luigi tells the story. I walked out of Schilo's sausage shop with my half-pound of Bauernwurst and my quarter-pounds of häringsalat and kartoffelsalat. That would be dinner, and there should s...
I took regular long walks after Rita left. Along river banks, around the bay, down country lanes, occasionally through the throngs of people in the city centre. For the first month my mind was closed to everything around me. But gradually the cry, "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" stopped running through my head. At work I buried myself in the copywriting for the adver...
This is the third installment of the Backgammon For Blood Series. Although this can be read by itself, it might provide background for you if you read the first two stories, particularly Kathy's Portrait, before you read this one. This is a somewhat strange story, and I can only say that it makes sense to me. I hope it does to you, my reader, as well. For t...
Gina was already in the classroom handing out the exam papers when Lewis arrived, apologetic for his lateness, and his shortness of breath was not improved by his view of his female colleague’s rear. She had rolled up her blonde hair skillfully to reveal more of her smooth neck than he had seen before. From her short dark pleated skirt under a soft black tor...