The next several days flew by. We became very adept at meeting people and not being asked to shack up. Of course we weren't 100% successful in deflecting all the invitations for a swing, but it wasn't a problem at all. A few gregarious couples, who after being gently rebuked said "That's fine, lets be friends anyway." We learned a lot about "The Lifestyle" t...
(Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himse...
The five judges had retired to a private room to decide Beyonce's fate. Would it be her former band mate Kelly Rowland who promised a year of pain? Or would it be the lead singer of the Pussycat Dolls who intended to make Beyonce her own (and everyone else's) toilet slave? Or could it be Solange, Beyonce's little sister who had a year of cock and cum lined u...
Devlin sat up in the bed, and swallowed hard as he realized he was awake. A glance at his watch told him it was still the middle of the night. Nightmare, he hadn't had a nightmare in years. He didn't remember what it was about, but he knew it was from the events of earlier. He had never felt such fear in his life. Not for himself, but for Reni, he thought ho...
A Halloween Fantasy with John and Cassie I lay back against the pillows with my wrists and ankles tied to the bed and looked into the eyes of my lover. His face was covered with an intricate mask, but I could see his eyes. I would recognize those light green eyes anywhere. He was kneeling between my legs. Almost, but not quite roughly, he pinched and ro...
***Hey guys, thanks for the encouraging comments, hope you like this chapter. Happy New Year*** The sound of the alarm sent Kachi flying off her bed. She groaned when she turned to her phone which was kept on the bed-side cupboard, maybe using Davido's 'Dami Duro' as the alarm tone wasn't as smart an idea as she had thought...knowing the kind of deep sleepe...
Blackness. That's all he could sense. He? Yes, he was a He. Who was he? Was he dead? He must be. No need for a name when you are dead. Heh. Sounds like something Freddie would say. Freddie. Wait, is that who I am? A flash of color and the face a man swam before him momentarily. That was Freddie, he wasn't Freddie. Who is he? Faintly a voice called to h...
Every culture, every race, every religion and every nationality has stereotypes attached to it and it's hard to live them down. The same holds true no matter where you're from. If you're from continental Africa, people assume that you're from a war-torn, poverty-stricken place because that's all they see on TV. If you tell people you're from Thailand, you're...
It has been a week since she heard from Charlie or Steve and she was back to normal with her work and house chores. Sam has been home for a week now and hadn't mentioned about leaving on another business trip. Sunday afternoon relaxing by the pool with the children gone for the weekend Sam tells Gloria that he don't know if his job is secure. He told her...
Her: The day has come, he's finally coming home. He's been gone for 12 months. She is full of anxiety wanting to make sure everything is perfect for the homecoming. This is a challenge because the children will be there also. She wouldn't want them to miss that moment. She decides that she will dress her normal conservative self with some subtle hints of se...