One: Alan, my new found partner, the partner in The Alliance, and I sat in our offices, plush offices. We sat, more to be honest, in his office, chatting over, going over the first 6 weeks together. We were both pleased, both happy and soon the two month provisional period we both agreed upon, would be over and a formal partnership established. It had been...
Part 1: It all started on another typical Sunday, the Cena family would be putting on another brunch celebration this week. However, what was atypical is that the Cena family would be joined for once by their son John Cena and his girlfriend Nikki Bella. They would be joining the rest of the Cena clan in order to celebrate Father's Day. In fact, this was t...
My name is Amunet, sometime of Thebes but originally, and yet again, of Avaris, the great Hykos principal city on the delta of the life-giving River Nile in the years of Khyan the Great's reign and the glorious afterward. My mistress and sister wife is truly gone now, and I feel that someone should tell the story of Kara and her mask and of the glory of the...
I was going to post this last Christmas but was delayed. My first attempt at writing mature romance. Feedback please! Very much appreciated. * "This sucks." Heather Barnes muttered to herself. She spent two hours browsing her closet for something to wear for her company's annual Christmas Party. Despite her efforts, nothing decent caught her eye. She sett...
© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. This is my first ever Valentine's Day story...
The following story is entirely true and so amazed me that I had to write about it. It happened in the summer of 2010 and has continued to be a daydream of mine. * My wife has these amazing melonous, tits that really turn me on, not to mention all the other men she has been with. I've pictured her swinging those great breasts in the faces of other guys as...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * * "It's Halloween and I don't believe in witches or goblins or Dracula. I will not wear a costume or force myself to go to a party." Those are the words she told herself that morning. So if she didn't believe in witches, why was she in this creepy shop. The answer to that w...
The next morning Mrs. Davidson awoke to a Caribbean sunrise. I opened her curtains, and coffee and juice were on the balcony. "Good morning," I said, "How did you sleep?" She looked at me and stretched her arms, "Never better." I smiled, "Vacations here are just the thing to help you let go and feel new again." Then I laughed, "Just don't get a sunburn."...
Every so often, grown men and women dress up in costumes and masks and gather to drink and dance and be someone else. You should meet some of them. Sara the Slut wants to do the business with Dracula. Dick the Detective has been threatening to body search everyone, except the Nun, whose behaviour is slowly becoming less and less....um, holy. This has not go...
The house is finally quiet. No dogs barking, no kids romping, no man yelling and no woman jabbering. I slip out the back door and breath in the crisp, cold air. My breath comes in puffs of steam, rising in the night air like smoke. In that instant, I wish I had a cigarette. I hadn't smoked in years, but it didn't matter. The want for one just doesn't go away...