I have a daughter, Valerie, by name. She's nineteen and, in a father's unprejudiced opinion, just perfect. She and a friend of hers, Ruth, came up to me the other day as they had a request. Val wasn't backward about it. She just fronted right up to me and said she wanted me to do them a favour. I said sure, anything you want, and then Val started to beat ar...
Are you sure that this is what you want, my beautiful and sexy wife Lynn said to me. I think so, was my reply to her question. You see, I came home from work last Tuesday and found that my wife had discovered my collection of stories and other down loadings from the Internet. She had apparently viewed and read all or most of the articles that I had saved on...
I received an e-mail stating I was to meet her at the rock pit not too far from her husband's work and her home. I met her at the location at the time I was told and instead of her telling me to get into the back of the van as I thought she would she got into the front seat. She tossed a cell phone at me and told me that I was not aloud to call her or any on...
The characters in this story are property of Marvel comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the Marvel Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for...
"Annuisetvio. Annuisetvio." Solus's voice quivered as the tendrils of mist ran over his naked crotch again, softly tickling his hardening member. "A-Annuisetvio." "This is a bad idea," Larya hissed. "You hear when I say it's bad, yeah?" He couldn't spare even a glance at his apprentice. Larya was young, he knew—though mature enough to suffice. Her ninete...
Desirée Tanner blinked in the June sunshine, not sure whether to curse or cry. The door to Cletus' Crab Shack slammed behind her with the awful ring of finality. Her left hand held her long ivory coat around her while her sandy blonde hair from flying in every direction. Three sheets of powder-blue paper slipped from the file folder gripped in her right ha...
I first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa five years ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four year assignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normal country and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on the internet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send her daughter to meet me...
In this cold and uncertain world, life is beyond difficult. For some more than others. Lately, I feel like the universe has been kicking our collective asses. Men and women, Blacks and Whites, straights and gays. We're all feeling the pinch in this horrible economy. The world has turned upside down and most of us feel that there's very little we can do. Wha...
So we ordered a second round of drinks and I looked across the table at her. When I had asked her out initially, I had thought she was pretty cute, but I hadn't really studied her closely. She had sort of an understated figure and didn't accentuate it much with the clothing she wore at the office. She had worn jeans and a tank top when she came to meet me, w...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. (Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds,...