This is a revision of the three chapters I posted earlier. I've corrected all the little errors and inconsistencies that were driving myself and others crazy. Sorry, got a little anxious to post. The story is complete now (thanks a great deal to freaknut) and it should be more polished. The first part is generic. The rest explores its complexities. * * * *...
This is an adult sex story. All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it! Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual. This is story number fifty five (55). This is the story of how I spent my summer vacation in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. Enjoy and thanks for the views and votes. ++++ When you last saw me, I was s...
The infamous Slave Lottery. A place were women can earn alot of money, but risk a very small yet tangible threat of becoming a sex slave for the rest of their life. Starting long ago in a unnamed country, the lottery has been air live across the world for years for the viewing pleasure of all. Taking place every 3 weeks, 100 ladies who applied are lined up o...
Aureilia found herself even more excited about the opaque plastic tubes with obvious semen being sucked into them from the men's eternally erect penises. The flow was not constant from each man, but the ejaculations occurred as they did on the island. The women manipulated the big toes of the men, and slow pleasurable orgasms occurred in the men, and the r...
Prologue When John Anderson first applied for the position of vice principal at Aphrodite's Preparatory School for Girls, it had been as a joke. A recent graduate of State with a double degree in psychology and teaching before swinging through law school, he'd never really thought about being any sort of school administrator. He'd intended to teach business...
It's another return to those so-called thrilling days of yesteryear, this time to June of 1971. Nixon sat in the Oval Office, the Rolling Stones' Brown Sugar topped the Top 40 charts and Summer of '42 and Billy Jack played at the box office. Hot pants were all the rage and leisure suits were on the horizon. What we later took for granted, cell phones, person...
Douglas was drunk. He was trying for oblivion but unconsciousness continued to elude him. After Sabrina had left, he'd ordered Martin and Jared from the room and locked himself in his library. That first night they'd come to check on him, periodically trying the door and encouraging him to eat. The second night they took to banging on the door, refusing to...
Many thanks to SBrooks for his invaluable advice and editing. If there's anything that still doesn't work, it's probably something I chose not to follow his suggestion about. Rose Valley, Oregon, population 1134, is located about two hours southeast of Portland at the eastern edge of the Mount Hood National Forest. Rose Valley is home to the Maitland Mills,...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback f...
Chapter 2 Miss Oritz "The Tease" Tia drove for a while feeling powerful, with the rush of what she had accomplished. Being a boot fetishist herself, she was capable of extreme self stimulation as she alternated between watching the road and looking down at her own tall black boots operating the pedals of Joe's car. This kept her very wet down below. Tia f...