This is the second in a series. * We were both a little nervous and excited as we drove to the club that next day. I was going to meet the woman who had fucked my wife and the man who had been in the same room and come on her. Mercy was going to see them for the first time since that day. They put us at ease right away. They were very friendly and acted a...
The next morning when I opened my eyes I saw Mercy was just stirring. I got an idea in my head and reached over to stroke her. "That feels really nice," she said, "but we should save our stamina for tonight. Besides, you don't need any more practice. That was perfect." "It was," I smiled. I had trouble concentrating at work. All kinds of thoughts and scen...
This is a sequel to the story House Sitting Tuesday Mercy went over to lunch at Kelly's house, something that had been arranged for a couple of weeks. I got home from work around 4, and Mercy came back shortly after that. I asked Mercy about her day and she said she had been over at Kelly's all afternoon, but she kept changing the subject when I asked her a...
Mercy took the razor and removed the last bit of stubble the wax had missed. Her vulva was now smooth and soft. Kissable, according to La Femme magazine. Her sex had not been so visible since puberty. The lips were so naked, Mercy was embarrassed. She was the only one looking, but her face was red and she felt a strong urge to close her legs and shut her e...
*Some masks hide who we are. Others show who we want to be* (Thanks to a ton of people who helped with this who gave me patience, suggestions, read through it and occasionally kicked my ass to get me back on the job. Thanks too to Frontma for the final edit.) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I...
There are no characters in this story that are less then eighteen years of age. This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is coincidental and was not the intent of the author. *************************** I lay there beside Mercy and Carol, mesmerized by their beauty. They were sisters, but they really did not look that...
Wonder Woman's eyes widened and she rolled off the bed. "This is a willing slave?" Cheetah purred seductively, "You serve me don't you Mercy." The red head knelt, "For another month, Mistress." "I'll explain, as you can imagine Lex didn't go quietly." Pricilla laughed. "I can't decide if it was losing his fortune, power or that a woman took him down." "D...
Author's Note: On the 1st of January 2013 a story I submitted to Lit. was approved. The title was "Mercy" and it was set in a world similar to Europe in the 1800s. It is by no means historical fiction, so don't look for references that point out any major royal family member or recognizable landscapes – you may or may not find them. As I wrote that short b...
*If I love women, I'm straight; and if I love men, I'm confused; does being Bi make me greedy?* Thank you Frontma for burning the midnight oil on this one. (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rha...
The morning was laden with a heavy fog and it was quiet out on the plains. While riding in the jeep down the rutted roads, I thought I saw movement at the base of a large tree. The tree's branches spanned the sky, some with foliage and the others gnarled with age. The tree appeared black against the fog back drop. So it was difficult to make out the shadow a...