Iggy - Fantasy Island ----- Ned's flight touched down on a small island in the South Pacific. The corporate jet was just able to use the short runway. It was the closest airport to his destination. A female skycap led him to the docks nearby. A motor launch was waiting to take him to the exclusive island just visible on the horizon. The coral atoll had be...
After a few drinks flowed at the wedding reception, Alissa teasingly mentioned to her new husband that she hadn't worn panties all day - including during the ceremony. And that she talked her four bridesmaids into doing the same. The mental images, of course, aroused him. Alissa giggled. "You honored your commitment, didn't you?" "Yes, I did," he replied,...
The Neighborhood Prologue Ned slid his eyes open as the early dawn light permeated his boutique penthouse suite. It was Tuesday morning, another day at the Total Woman Academy Neighborhood Vocational Coaching Campus. He awoke alone; the rumpled sheets evidence of the enjoyable sex play he had shared with a new neighborhood arrival. She had delivered his ev...
Ned was just starting to doze in front of the television when he heard the commotion from his garage. He'd had a long day of running around a factory floor and trying to explain the effects of gruesome eye injury to various workers who thought that protective eyewear was merely a suggestion. At the end of the day, he was frazzled. He stopped by the gym to wo...
Ned strolled the house, passing a couple of his attendees lounging in the living room. Their faces lit up at his entrance, freshly energized as he echoed their eager greetings. Ned felt his own palpable temptation to the girls' eager reactions. They placed themselves in their most approachable postures and asked if there was anything, anything at all, that h...
Anton, a highly successful International Law barrister in 'the City', London's premiere financial district, and his brother Frederick waited with Ned in Anton's well-furnished office, idling with small talk for the arrival of the overdue pair of Monica and her mother. The day had finally arrived when Monica would leave for her impending attendance at a myste...
As I've mentioned, my preferred writing style is first person from the female POV. But lacking inspiration I've continued this series, which seems to be popular. A reader suggested I might write the next chapter from the POV of one of the girls. While group sex (or even shared partners) is not really my thing and I find writing in this genre a bit forced, I...
"One more week, Jerry. In another week I'll be your wife, and I'll submit to you whenever you want me. But you've got to hold off until then." "Oh God, Jessica! I don't know if I can take it!" "You've got to, Jerry. If you want me to submit to your cock, if you want me to take it whenever and however you want it, you have to show me that you can keep from...
Ned Hawke was dressed to impress. Dark grey trousers with matching waistcoat and jacket, pressed shirt and tight tie, dark black coat and matching top hat. He looked like a dandy and a toff, and he knew it. He instinctively knew that these clothes were the prototype of Victoria's fantasy man. Rich, well-dressed but not ostentatious, clothing cut with classic...
It was a bitter sweet day. Ned waited in the entry way for Kiki to join him. They were scheduled to depart for the Strip and Fuck Club. Kiki had been a marvelous house companion and had expressed her gratitude and joy, vocally and physically, for her week of residence at the mansion. Living as Ned's night-time plaything was a treat but not Kiki's desired li...