Prologue: Berlin 'In Berlin by the wall You were five foot ten inches tall. It was very nice Candlelight and Dubonnet on ice We were in a small cafe You could hear the guitars play It was very nice Oh, honey it was paradise' (Berlin – Lou Reed) I guess we all have life changing moments or, perhaps, a better definition would be life shaping moments. Looking...
20. The jumpsuit was comfortable, and he could even get used to the mask, but the cape was a real pain in the neck. It wasn't attached to the mask—had it been that way in the comics?—and had to be tied separately, and he kept sitting on it and half choking himself. The boot tops felt kind of silly too. He was wearing them over a pair of lace-up rubber-soled...
Carey Lain looked over the trays of food set up in the dining room her long multi colored sundress running all the way down her body to her knees. The space was lit up by the sun beaming through the large windows. Carey loved the Ruhame's brunch. It was always held on the first weekend in May and to the tall brunette it signaled the official end to the cold...
Summary: White college girl succumbs to black therapist and... Note: This is a story occurring around the same time as A PERFECT FALL: A SUBURBAN MOM, where Becky's mother Jessica Jamieson tells the story of her fall from being a bored wife, to becoming a submissive slut to black pussy and cock. This retelling is the story from Becky's point of view, focus...
*Author's note: I think the title for this story is fine, but I thought seriously about calling it The Things We Do For Love because it really is amazing what people will do love. The female main character in this story (fictitiously) did something for her ex-husband I have personally experienced (and written about in another genre), so it's not all that f...
This story is almost a stand alone, however; to better understand the characters I recommend you read 'Coke Whore' by RLFJ first. It is my interpretation of the next chapter to that beautiful romance. * Coke Whore No More Chapter 1 Dave looked thoughtfully at a sleeping Nancy, tenderly holding her in his arms after she pumped him dry yet again. An angel...
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Story Code: M/F, M+/F, Group, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism *** Dumped, dropped, kicked, let go, redundant, surplus to requirements, sacked, booted out! I'd been the recipient of all of those words and more in the past seven days. A week ago I was a happily married woman, one, almost teenage daughter, and a small house in an upmarket neighbourhood....
Dear reader, For legal reasons I have to assure you that all characters in this story are over 18 years old. For every other reason, though, I must remind you that the law has no jurisdiction over your imagination. ***** The black shoe swung in and out of the overhead light. It was a slender-heeled pump hugging a nylon-clad foot attached to a nylon-c...
Cynthia Jamison and I were entering a new dimension in our relationship. We had been married for eighteen years, and mostly faithful throughout. I had strayed at about the eight year point, when I was traveling a lot in South East Asia; it was a year late for the seven year itch, and I was traveling for my company, and setting up foreign manufacturing facili...