Ch. 01 The story of a priest The church was designed in 1959...and the nameless Catholic Architect, inspired by Rennie Mackintosh and the Arts and Crafts movement has slipped to obscurity; but his legacy is a fine and noble structure, genuflecting to C.R.M's prodigious talent. Sculpted into the hillside, on the outskirts of the city, this faux whitestone m...
Tony was lying on his back, his tongue thrust deep inside Jane's vagina. She certainly seemed to be responding to his efforts, but why shouldn't she; he was Tony fucking Grant. His pole was tingling. Despite having cum twice on the day's video shoot, his massive dong was still responsive. These Japanese faggots sure knew how to suck cock, he thought, as the...
A Work of Fiction *** The fictional folk in this fictional tale are all at least eighteen fictional years of age, especially the ones from the fictional hamlet of Jalapeno, Texas. *** Sky I loved every single thing about going down on, and eating Sky. Having her lovely toned muscular legs on my shoulders keeping my thirty-nine-year-old ears warm on...
"A holiday?," you ask. "Yes, just for you. A whole month!" You flip the pages of the classy and elegant brochure and can't suppress gasping. As the young wife of a multi-billionaire, you are used to luxury, but the pictures you see are still breathtaking. The location looks beautiful, the sunsets are stunning, the resort seems to offer ev...
Natalie dressed simply when she came to my apartment for the shoot. Her curly blonde hair tumbled low, past her shoulder blades. A plain black t-shirt hugged her lithe frame. Blue jeans, sandals. She left her toes unpainted, but she'd got a French pedicure at my request. She was nervous and it showed. Natalie, usually bubbly and loud, barely murmured a "hi...
This work is purely fictional and a work of my own creation. Any resemblance or similarities to any persons living/dead and or events in real, is purely coincidental. All characters are aged 18 and over. ***** I've never truly considered myself a ladies man. Don't get me wrong I was no virgin and was experienced in the art of pleasing a woman. However sinc...
Molly Bergen was dying. She'd been told a few months ago that her lung cancer had entered the final stage and there was nothing modern medicine could do except make her as comfortable as possible. Molly wasn't afraid; in fact she awaited her end with a mixture of relief and anticipation. She was 67 years old, in poor health and with no family to live for aft...
All characters are 100% fictional and above 18 years of age. *** Sarah decided to play a trick on her boyfriend, Derek. She recently had found out two secrets about him. First, he had a crazy intense foot fetish - one that he never told her about. Second, he had a deep seeded desire to watch another man have his way with her. She even discovered and email...
Janice had nearly finished packing her suitcase. She had left one item for last. Turning to her dresser, she quietly pulled the bottom drawer, which contained her jogging suits and sweats. Reaching deep into the bottom of the drawer where she'd hidden it, she retrieved the black satin form-fitting nightgown that she'd bought nearly two weeks ago. As though...
I hadn't needed to fuck Mr. Lazarus to get the job; that part came later. I was fairly close to the top of my class at the University of Chicago Law School, a hard worker, and several of my professors described me as some variation of "take no prisoners" in their glowing recommendation letters. To keep a long story short: Lawyer material. I was still surpris...