This story is in nine parts and will be published in fortnightly instalments. Both Opium and opiumaddict welcome feedback. Part one 'Coffee?' Bob Charles asked. Opium nodded her assent. He got up from behind his desk and gestured toward the smart glass coffee table surrounded by four comfy armchairs in the corner of the room and stood back to allow her...
Inspired by and based upon Serpent Dance by Synthean Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit. "I hate chinks." The words seeped up like pus from a festering wound. The woman didn't say it out loud. Her upbringing made her too refined to express such thoughts openly. Helen made no bones about it, however; she disliked the Chinese immensely. She was never able to...
Crimson's Grandmother Smooth was born in 1900. A "New Century" girl, she moved to New York when she was 19 and lived there for several years. She wrote letters to her best friend Lilly, and kept her updated on her life. Like all of us, she was a green eyed redhead. If You.re not familiar with the adventures of Silky, you might read them first... Oh Lilly,...
After leaving Leanne and the charms of South Carolina I slowly made my way north into Chesapeake Bay. A large body of water with some occasionally wild weather, it's very beautiful and a cruisers paradise with anchorages and delightful villages galore. I tucked into a completely private anchorage one evening, and after a nice dinner I sat on the back deck wi...
When the C17 landed at Kandahar, the four made their way to Operations to report in. There was a message for Robert, report to Wing Commander Gorman at 1400 hundred hours. He just had time to shower and change before the meeting. Steve was there along with Mike Conway, after the usual pleasantries Steve began. "I'm afraid that I'm the reason for your chang...
The Opium dreams were gentle, a salve to Adrian's tortured mind. The memories were still just as clear, but more pleasant, less sorrowful, playing out in his head like a film. He lay back comfortably in the couch, and dreamed, a mild, sweet smile on his face... Shanghai: 1883 The midsummer's night was warm, and the bar patrons spilled into the street like...
This is Part 2 of the third chapter of a series. The characters were developed in FLASH MOB ORGY – Part 1. For continuity it’s best to read that part first. Once again, thanks for your votes and feedback. Erica slowly massaged my cock and balls as we drove to her apartment. Witnessing the brief, steamy orgy in the park had excited us both to the point where...
Foreword from Saxon Hart First thing I have to say is Thanks to qmh1 for writing 500 Annies. Why am I thanking another author for writing a story? Because it inspired this one. I read 500 Annies with great enthusiasm. When I was done I read the feedback and some of the suggestions for how he might deal with Annie being a whore. I was composing a feedback su...
(c) Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. * Dakota drove down the snowy lane towards her new house, returning home from her shift at the library. The drifted snow to either side glittered brightly in the moon light. Classes had resumed following the Christmas break and the many new students starting the semester...
Chapter seven By the time the morning sunlight hit the top of the cathedral, my mind had returned to business. Somehow that long, dreamy night with Tolerante had made me more determined than ever to find out what had happened to drive Paul into that mysterious and seemingly hopeless captivity, to turn that powerful love of ours so suddenly and irredeemably...