© 2011 Paul B. Garland (Belgarion10) I thought I was on to a good thing. My neighbour Melanie was a stunner and a complete slut in bed. A petite brunette with small but perky tits and bright blue come-to-bed eyes, I wanted her the first minute I saw her. The problem was that she was married, and to this huge builder type guy who looked like he'd kill anyone...
Fantasy 3: THE POP SEDUCTRESS IN DISTRESS Our swinging hero Arnold Craven had gone back to Madame Rose for his next fantasy trip session. Nothing of those crap games occurred anymore preceding the latest meeting with her. He was directed to go straight to a suite room at the Grand Hollywood Hotel. In the suite room where only the lamps were lit Arnold fol...
"Bring him out!" Gary Garrett quaked beneath a black hood. His hands were bound together behind his back by some kind of plastic tie. Who were they? Al Qaeda? ISIS? The IRA? Was the IRA even a thing anymore? What did they want with him? He was a nobody. He worked as a community manager for one of the smaller DoTA-type online games. The job didn't pay par...
They say the imagination is the most vital erogenous zone of them all... "You think our meeting at 'Les Café Des Poetès' was random?" he teases. "You think it was coincidence? It was not random. It was no coincidence. I know who you are. I've known who you are for some time. I've studied you. Your past. Your desires. Your tastes. Your life-style. I tracked...
Many years ago, way before the internet, near the end of high school a new kid, Tony, moved in just down the street from me. We had both already turned 18 - I had been held back a year due to illness when I was little and he because his father had worked oversees and schools couldn't figure out what grade he should go into. We quickly became friends, though...
SATURDAY I woke up at about 7 a.m. and made it to the kitchen in my pajamas and robe. There was Marge with her make up on, in jeans, a sleeve less blouse, and sneakers. She had already served breakfast to her grandchildren who were watching cartoons on the TV in the kitchen. I said, "Good morning all," and kissed the kids. They told me they were excited...
*Oghma here. As this story continued, it became darker and more character driven than I had originally intended. Rest assured that there is more to come, and the story will continue after this. In any case, thanks for stopping by and I hope to see you all for the next chapter.* **Disclaimer: Unrealistic sizes ahead. All characters depicted in sexual situati...
Readers: A near completely fictional account told in the first person. There is a very slight component of this account based on a friend's experience. Enjoy the fantasy. That's why this site rocks! ***** "Seriously, Jake. She just kind of likes to flirt. Besides, you should take it as a compliment." My wife, Janet, was referring to our neighbor that live...
Reward for Eric Eric sat at their small kitchen table unfocused and bleary eyed, lost in his own meandering thoughts and the predicament Julia had put him in, still struggling with the fact that she could cut him off financially, that he was completely dependent on her for money and everything that came with it. He stared at the empty sink with a sense of...
-Dr Isabella Pacetti's Notes: To recap: Katy continues to be desperate for pain and sexual release, all of which Sophie has been denying her. Meanwhile, Sophie has spent the evening making love to a woman she has just met (by which, I'm afraid, I mean me). This relatively normal experience has highlighted to Sophie how dark and demeaning her relationship is...