Chapter 19 LIFE AFTER JACK Despite the fact that I was not some young impressionable teenager but the sensible mother of two lovely girls trapped in a loveless marriage, I felt foolish now as I began to realise how Jack had manipulated and used me to fulfil his own selfish fantasies. I had believed him when he said he loved me and done things that I would...
The music was steadily beating, and on the stage my girlfriend, Denise, was performing. By this time she was naked as a jaybird...not a stitch of clothing on. She looked gorgeous and the cheering crowd thought so too. They hooted and hollered out their approval of her gorgeous naked body and her sexy moves. Denise is 5'10" tall with curly dark blonde hair,...
I had become a seasoned traveler over the course of my writing career. I'd experienced turbulence to the extreme that I swore we were going to fall out of the sky. Witnessed a first-class business man who'd had too much champagne get handcuffed to his seat after he kept groping the female flight attendant every time she passed by. Gripped the arms of my sea...
"Well, that's unusual," Susan purred, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. "Our own powerhouse paralegal, all quiet and demure during the sound-off meeting? Now that just doesn't make sense." Grabbing both sides of my chair, Susan eased her obnoxious face into view. Personal space had never been her strong suit. Why god? Why? I asked the heav...
"Gretchen and I have been planning another display, you know," said Lady Preston, "Another public and potentially humiliating event with you as the entertainment." In the past nine weeks Gretchen and Lady Preston had gone from oppositional associates, to genial confidants. And now that they liked each other, they had no qualms about making plans about me be...
Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to adva...
Author's Note: This story is very strongly erotic horror, and there is no happily ever after. There are elements of dubious consent, sadism, and outright cruelty. This story is 10,000 words of a mindfucking breath play scene. Please read with that in mind. Avoid the unhappy ending, the harsh, the brutal, the tragic, the horrible -- if you care to see in...
It was one heck of a climb from the abandoned tungsten mine where they had parked: several thousand vertical feet, and several miles of rough-rock trails. Angela and Kirk had made most of the altitude the previous day, camped early, and arrived here at mid-morning. They surveyed the high-alpine scene that suddenly spread itself before them when the trail t...
Consentacles: When Two Sets of Arms Just Isn't Enough ***** Nina's long blond hair shines in the soft light of the room. Its sun-kissed waves fall to her shoulders and bounce as she pivots her head. She is looking for a specific person among those mingling this evening as she desperately longs to start her fun. However, she also appreciates the subtle way...
I'll try not to repeat too much, but recommend the reader check out my story, "Buckets," (also in Exhibitionist/Voyeur) first, to get the background. *** Hello again. I'm still David, and Anna's still the wife (5'4", 135#, 34C-30-38, blue with brown). As her 49th approached, she worried the usual worries about getting older, life passing by, and such. I ur...