Once again edited by the incomparable wires. Without his help this story would not be nearly as readable. ***** Staff Sergeant (SSG) Thomas Eagle's eyes popped open at the unexpected startling sound. His heart was beating loudly as the noise dragged him from a deep sleep. He lay still for a moment, then groaned and grabbed his phone to shut off the alarm....
With the fall of evening I was treated to a joyous reunion with my Father. We ate a light supper in the Gallery, amidst portraits of our ancestors, depicted with regal poise as their children frolicked in games and play. My favoured painting was of myself, holding the reins as I sat upon my childhood stallion whilst from between his front legs Kitty peered o...
I've discovered that there are other husbands who feel about their wives much as I did about mine. Like me, they are proud when other men look at them, eventually seeking, even creating situations to expose them to the eyes and hands of admirers. Norma was born in Córdoba, Argentina, and raised in Montreal, Canadá, where she spoke only French and Spanish....
Foreword: The following story does not duplicate any real life persons or their explicit experiences, nor does it contain any real life situations. No bar like this ever existed (If it does, PLEASE, let me know where it is!!). The following serious/campy story is mostly non-sexual and includes scenes of: bondage, mechanical discipline, light anal play, spa...
Summer was fast approaching which meant we would soon be kid free for a couple of weeks. Katy and I were looking for somewhere to get away for a few days of romance and perhaps a little naughty fun. Scouring the internet I asked Katy how she felt about a nude resort. We'd been to the nude beach on Martha's Vineyard a few times and enjoyed ourselves greatly...
The Line in the Snow Special thanks to Jack Murtagh for his exceptional, insightful, and annoying editing. Here's to you, white man. ;D Disclaimer for Tolkien nerds: I never read Tolkien, it's a coincidence. The last snowflakes had fallen, and the tread of leather boots through snow should have turned the single road running through Jinnsfjur to a m...
Dorothy awoke some time later, as Toto licked her face. The dressing room was dark but there was light coming in from under the door. She put her hand to the sore spot on her head, and was glad there wasn't any bump there. She saw the bright light coming from under the doorway. "Oooooh... How long was I out Toto?" She set the small dog on the floor and then...
Chapter 3: The Beginning She slipped the strap of her stiletto around her ankle and sighed. Gabriela Bartolome just knew this date was a bad idea, but she'd let her daughter talk her into it. The man worked with Nicole and she'd met him while picking up her daughter for lunch one afternoon. He'd been polite even though they didn't talk much then. Apparently...
He threw the three severed heads to the floor before us, either as a warning or a challenge, which it was I couldn't know. Perhaps both? I now saw the mace he hefted in his other fist. Its brutal spikes were unwashed, and black with dried blood. I snatched a cloth from where it was slung as a screen beside the bed, and flung it across my girl, covering her...
I lied on the bed, catching my breath. I had stopped counting orgasms, but it was probably already higher than the usual number. My husband Alex and I had made a bet of sorts, about whether I could stay quiet through whatever he could throw at me sexually, and I had so far withstood the first two rounds. He was lying next to me, stroking his hand up and down...