The beautiful middle-aged American lady was laying naked, face-down, on the massage-bed of an average "beauty parlor" in Shanghai. The room was small but warm and cozy enough. There were also two bamboo armchairs and two nightstands, in total, distributed on either side of the bed. The dimmed lights, soft Chinese music and the embroidered claret tapestries,...
Chapter VI: Loyalty Is A Fickle Thing Drool trickled slowly down the sorceress's bare chest and glistened in the candlelight as she looked down to survey the damage. Anna's once-flawless exotic figure was marred by angry red stripes criss-crossing all over her body. Some were only superficial, but others had bitten through her flesh and left her skin vis...
The economic meltdown of 2015 hit Roger particularly hard. He had been a fairly successful mortgage broker in Houston before the crash. It seemed like the steep rise in health insurance premiums hastened the death of the forty hour work week which in turn hastened an irreversible decline in the number of prospective buyers applying for mortgages. If that was...
The darkness and silence remained, but it was different. It felt lighter. She could sense air and wind; she could smell a faint lilting fragrance that was perhaps lilies. Her favourite flower. The first thing that came to her mind then was that she was laying on the softest down bed ever known to mankind. El opened her eyes, relieved that she could still...
If you enjoyed my last two stories, My Wife Becomes Bar Bait and A Husband Fights Dirty to Save His Marriage, I am confident you will find your time well spent reading this. If, however, you believe every story should end with a husband celebrating his wife's unfaithfulness please skip this missive. It is not intended for you. For those who enjoy a mesmeri...
A squeal of terror roars from my plump, cherry lips as the grubby pirate splits the front of my white silk wedding gown with his blood-stained knife, exposing my full, round breasts to the brisk air of his filthy quarters. His pupils dilate as he gawks at my puckered nipples. A dribble of drool trickles from the corner of his reeking mouth as he blindly she...
The following took place years before the internet so, unless you want to go digging in a newspaper's morgue, don't waste your time trying to look it up. Just to make that more difficult all of the names and places have been changed. This is a curious story of one man's integrity... a man who would not break his solemn word. The story is not mine. It was...
Gaea idled, sprawled out and stretched, sapped of strength and yet restless. Another wicked wave of heat swamped her tawny flesh and soaked her vine-tangled hair. These were frequent now. She knew what they were. Gaea's reason for being was being taken from her. Her drive to procreate waned. The gloomy weight of Nyx loomed heavy above her now. A dull unkno...
There was something in the way that they interacted with each other that first caught my eye. It wasn't something I could easily define but it intrigued me, nonetheless. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. With me and men, it's always something indefinable. They're never the same type, although olive skin and dark eyes never hurt anyone's chances, but...
People call me BC. Big Cat. A nickname I've had since I was a boy. However, during my years at Art College I was known as 'Fluffer'. These are my diaries of that time. Fluffer's tales. * Imogen, my long-term girlfriend, had dumped me. With a lack of pride that shames me still, I continued chasing her like some desperate puppy until eventually she got some...