(Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.) Hong Kong, February 2004 Not long after the ominous night of torture, Vanessa managed to return back to her self and to her everyday life which included, as it had before, a considerable amount of attention to everything involving pantyhose. She also started, around that time, to venture o...
Chapter two The show goes on My arms dropped as the beam came down just above my head. "Still here with him? I expected to see him spread eagled on the carpet," Angla said from behind me. "Oh just amusing myself while I waited," Dafne replied, walking over to untie one of my arms. I heard the swish as Angla walked up then stopped at my back. "He's here...
I have been a boy scout leader for many years, primarily so my son had a good troop to be in. Aside from my adventures in that realm, I also maintained my papers as a registered leader in the girl scouts. Having three girls there was no way I could ever get away with taking my son's troop camping every weekend and not help my girls troops do the same when th...
Darkness had overtaken the campsite, broken only by the flickering light of the campfire we all sat around. Fortunately the girls had behaved the rest of the day, keeping me out of trouble. My wife may be prudish, but when it comes to me checking out other women, she had tremendous radar. The last thing I needed was for her to even think I was checking out...
James sat down on the bench and relaxed. He wasn't in the next scene. He had done his heavy lifting for the morning, and he basked in the aftermath of that massive release he had gotten from the depths of Mr. Penis' inner sanctum. Even by his standards that was one hell of a cum. Little droplets of love juice were still drooling from out of his pee-hole, and...
"Blind squirrels find a nut every now and then," 51 year old Judy Melvin told herself as she aimlessly stumbled through the undergrowth in the woods just off the 6th fairway. "But probably not this time," the freshly minted grandmother grumbled as she dodged what looked to be a patch of poison ivy. "Not exactly my idea of a relaxing vacation," she shook h...
For those of you that have asked for the rest of my story, I apologize for the long delay since the last chapter. Sometimes "life" gets in the way...This is a continuation of "The Voyage Begins" and "The Voyage Begins Ch. 2". If you haven't read them you probably should before you read this chapter. If it's been a while since you've read them you may want to...
Chapter One: 10 minutes before work, Toby walked in with a glow upon his face. His supervisor 22-years-old Leslie, noticed his usual glow as she watched him entered the store and head to the storage room. After he got the things he needed, he headed back to the front and Leslie stepped in his way. Toby couldn't help but to let his eyes wander upon her mammo...
Chapter 8 - Sherry's Diary: Wilder Night Out Author's note: I've been working on this story for a looong time. The first part put to paper (yes, paper) was chapter two, which grew out of a real entry in my diary. Soon after, I began typing chapter one into an old laptop at a local coffee shop, enjoying the thrill of typing an explicit erotic story while sur...
Matilda Swanson stepped off the bus into the Colorado January sun. She clutched a heavy coat purchased in St. Louis during an overnight layover. The Florida native gritted chattering teeth and cursed the cold. A breathtaking view spread out before her. Far below and miles away, her husband performed his duty as a soldier training at Fort Carson. Teaching hig...