My first "escort". First I suppose I should make clear that we did NOT go anyplace. Escort simply is the title she used to advertise. I am really old, a lot older that you are if you are reading erotic fantasy. Unless you are sort of a pervert- I mean, who reads stuff like that anyway? And who writes it? Only males? Every story has some woman instantly...
I was a waiter, in a restaurant when I met Judy. I was 21 years old and cocky. I was full of testosterone, more so than was good for my sensibility. I was foot loose and herpes free supporting eight inches in length and loved to be told my cock was big. I was a show off with my trophy girlfriends and really did not deserve any of them. I did not know what I...
By Maximilian Cummings * "I can resist everything except temptation," Oscar Wilde had Lord Darlington say in 'Lady Windermere's Fan' and Geoff knew what he meant. He really should not have done it but the temptation had been just too much. Geoff Munnings had been delighted to find digs with Mrs Smold for his first year at Uni.. The accommodation had been...
I was a petite 32 years of age, happily married for the past seven years with Raj, who had a managerial job in a company that required him to look after two offices; one in Mumbai and another in Pune. He had to visit each office once in a week. Raj loved me a lot. We did not have any children. After seven years of marriage, we did not have a great sex life;...
When I was young we moved into a neighborhood of moderate income. I was the middle child of three boys. We had the typical rearing that most would say might have been normal. Of course in our young eyes we were rich. We went to the local five star restaurants nearby. You know them, McDonalds, What-a-Burger, Burger King and lest I forget, the ever famous Fren...
Year Eight It began as a tingle, tentative and uncertain. Nothing definite and never quite detectable. It was a thought given flesh, a misgiving, something Seven had forgotten to remember. She tried to ignore it. But she wanted to remember it. She wanted the satisfaction of clenching the thought, identifying the sensation, even as a part of her warned agai...
I would like to thank handyandy666620 giving me the inspiration for this fictional story and the support he has provided me. For those of you that have read the first chapter, this is the second chapter and those who have read my other works this story is a departure from them. This story contains scenes of reluctance, lesbian sex, a cheating spouse, and by...
The dwarves had been in Haredil long enough to have carved out their own quarter of the city. Despite having lived in the city all his life, it was an area that Almandar had rarely been to; unlike the elves, dwarves only rarely performed magic, and the close-knit and prudish nature of their culture gave him little other reason to visit. In fact, Lady Tarissa...
NOTE: This is book 2 of a series about a submissive female, kidnapped and 'married' to three Norse god-like fishermen. The first book, Ægir's Captive, may be found in Nonconsent/Reluctance. While it always contained strong BDSM themes, I would not have presumed to place it in this category because there is nothing safe/sane/consensual about kidnapping your b...
The green corduroy jacket hung in the wardrobe in Sal's bedroom nestled between her own clothes. It was a strange intimacy with a piece of male clothing from a man she really did not know at all well. One thing if it belonged to a boyfriend or a lover, a husband even, but quite another for just a neighbour. Perhaps she should have hung it in one of the spare...