"So, you would like to fuck Missus Williams would you?" "Yes Oliver, yes I would," Jayne groaned, bucking her hips as Strand's fingers slid in and out of her nearly dry cunt. "Just like you and the whore fucked?" "Yes sir, just like that," Jayne groaned recalling how the whore had pushed her vulva hard against hers and how they had ground their lips and c...
The characters in this work of fiction are all over the age of 21. This series can be read on its own, although Frank Melar from The Happiest Day of Her Life makes an appearance in this chapter. Votes and polite comments are appreciated. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dani Van Cleef sat on the plane absently staring out the window and twirling h...
They were three days out of Marseilles and it would not be long before they caught up with the Fleur de Gascony. During a brief sojourn in the city, Prince had ascertained that the French galleon carried a cargo of luxurious items; fine cognac and wines, opulent fabrics and jewellery that would fetch a handsome price in any market. Kitty had enjoyed her piq...
"So, you would like to fuck Missus Williams would you?" "Yes Oliver, yes I would," Jayne groaned, bucking her hips as Strand's fingers slid in and out of her nearly dry cunt. "Just like you and the whore fucked?" "Yes sir, just like that," Jayne groaned recalling how the whore had pushed her vulva hard against hers and how they had ground their lips and c...
This is a patently romantic story, told exclusively through Maggie's eyes; Maggie is an attractive, confident, intelligent, well educated young woman on the first rung of the corporate ladder. She finds herself increasingly attracted to---almost obsessed with---her new boss, a married man ten years her senior. Maggie is not a slut; she enjoys sex and likes m...
Joe and Maya hadn't seen each other since she dropped him at home the Saturday afternoon after the Friday night and Saturday morning reunion. Unfortunately only via speakerphone late Saturday night had Maya joined her lovers pleasuring each other. It had to be late since she worked stripping earlier. And she had to join them due to immense horniness albeit u...
The C17 touched down and quickly taxied to the dispersal area. As the rear ramp lowered, ambulances reversed up to it to receive the wounded. Robert's stretcher was conveyed to a waiting Bell 206L Long Ranger helicopter, belonging to Sir Royston; the helicopter was painted in the colours of a med-evac aircraft. After loading its passengers and receiving...
The names used in this story are not real. Any similar names to real persons are purely coincidental. ***** I got an email from her husband, Jim. He'd seen an online profile I'd written over a year ago, and had all but forgotten about. It had explained my nicely furnished dungeon and my ability to perform fantasies for women and select couples. When I'd b...
It was about six that evening when I finally got home from work. I was tired and aggravated by the rush hour traffic coming home from the museum and I couldn't wait to get inside the house, kick off my high heels and maybe unwind with a bottle of beer. The first thing I noticed when I came through the front door was the smell of fish cooking. As I dropped my...
The Afghanistan's rocky desert was completely still and silent. It stretched for many freezing miles in all directions and was strewn with ancient torn canyons and shifting sand dunes. Each feature was tantalisingly revealed in mysterious shapes of red, ochre and gold by the bright stars that punctuated the night sky and a low-hung sliver of dusty grey moonl...