Kevin Smith urgently unzipped his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt as Bianca, wearing just a lacy flame-colored bra and thong set and her favorite Jimmy Choo mules, calmly smoked a cigarette and stared at the rain pouring outside the window. Manhattan looked gloomy that night. Bianca and Kevin had gone to Café Rouge, where a cocktail turned into seven and...
From the Twitter of Security Consultant Sean Aloysius Patricius Ryan. * Insurance company wants to hire me to prevent double indemnity on an actor. I love Hollywood. All the easy jobs. Talked to company. Apparently, actor's "mystique" comes from being a former member of an IRA group. This might be slightly more interesting than I thought. I've taken the j...
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Amy was trembling as she hurried to the train, her leather boots clipping loudly, and her white cotton trousers feeling warm and tacky as they stretched to contain her long striding legs. Ben had slipped the only key to his ankle shackles somewhere inside her trousers and she hoped like hell that the key was still in there. If not, Ben was fucked. She slippe...
© LIPrulz July 2008 (7th in the sequence of Jasmin) (These events took place immediately after Jasmin found out that explicit and humiliating photographs of her were in the possession of an unknown number of people that knew her. These made her vulnerable to more humiliation by threats of exposure to me, her fiancé at the time. The course of reaction that...
Hi, Rosie Webster here again. You remember last time, Carla and I enjoyed a 3some with Tabitha in Birmingham, well as a result "Underworld" picked up its first ever order from "Mystique" lingerie, and I got an invitation to go down to see Tabitha. I was uncertain as to how Carla would react to me going to see someone we had both had sex with. We were in...
How I miss my Master! Here it is, Saturday night, and I'm sitting here writing a story, feeling the need to rehearse a memory or two. I am completely nude, as I was always in our home. I grew to love being nude before Him. Master wanted me always close to Him, never more than 3 feet away when we were together. He wanted me always available to his touch. It...
The Murder Twins. That's what people called them. Mira is unsettled by the moniker, yet it suits them. She imagines they seem mystical to people who don't know the men and their flaws up close and personal. Even she had been mystified for a while after hearing about their upbringing. Their lives had played out like some sort of television drama; the parents...
Fall of 1976. Senior year of high school. Four words: French Club Christmas Party Three more words: Rene Michelle Devlin I spent all evening making lewd innuendo - hey it was the French Club - toward any girl who would put up with it. I paid special attention ot Mlle. Devlin, "Devi" to her coterie. In addition to French Club, Mlle. Devlin was in Dr...
"What are you up to?" My entire body was jolted out of some deep trance-like sensual reverie. I was so engrossed and absorbed in editing my first draft of Angie's script for telephone sex that I had not heard Todd's footsteps. "Sorry for startling you. I thought I made enough noise with my feet to warn you," Todd apologized. "Oh, you know how easily I sta...