NOTE: All sexual acts described involve characters over the age of 18. ***** Fiona Diggs pulled open the heavy glass door of the thrift shop and stepped through, passing a couple of elderly women toting canvas bags stuffed with what looked like sewing fabric, socks and assorted books. She stood just inside the entrance, ignoring their disapproving glances,...
Note: This story is a male dom, womanizer with brief references to incest by way of fantasy but is incidental to the story. * Ever since I can remember I've fascinated, obsessed by insemination, cumming inside a women and making them pregnant. I understand why "they," do the money shot in porn but it's such a waste of quality cum no matter what the circums...
They said things would never be the same. The knife edge of a moment, separating the world of the past from the uncertain world to come. Of course, it was more than a moment. The Black Christmas attacks had occurred across hours at least. If Esther and the others at the party had been listening to the news they would already have heard about the first huge...
I actually make more than minimum wage, I'm a salesperson at an electronics store, but "Minimum Wage, Maximum Benefits" makes for a better title than "Slightly Above Minimum Wage (With Commissions), Maximum Benefits". That being said, I get it: A guy in his mid 20s who works in an electronics store doesn't seem like much of a "go getter." (Well... be honest...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. ***** I woke with a start. For a moment or two I was confused. The last thing I remembered was getting back into bed with Darby. A quick look at the alarm clock brough...
A 'Rayne Wylde' Tale by Josh & Sadie Rose © 1999/2006 "This is a story that I wrote a long time ago before the events of the Underwear series. It was meant as a stand-alone but although I hated the story I liked Kev and Dave so much that I thought they deserved something better. I've been tweeking it forever but now it's time for it to see the light of day...
It started with a telephone call, a couple of weeks ago, one of my former girlfriends called Christine, inviting me to her birthday party. I had nothing else planned for the evening, and accepted the invitation. When I walked into the venue, an upstairs room at a local pub, Christine was leaning on the bar, ordering drinks. She was wearing a very short, min...
She avoided me for a few days, it felt like months, every hour she hid in her room, slipped out before I was awake, passed me in the kitchen without speaking, I felt it in my belly, a quickening when I heard her footsteps, the hope, she'd speak to me, look at me, allow me to apologise. And then awful churning despair when she left. When nothing happened. I...
The woman sat on a camp stool, her face and shoulders drooped as if shouldering an oppressive weight, the expression on her face fragile and cold, almost bitterly so. She seemed preoccupied, almost as if lost in a daydream, as she chewed on the cap of a ballpoint pen. UN Peacekeepers in dry, dusty uniforms drifted around her like old smoke, as oblivious to h...
I wandered into the Post Office, a parcel notification card in my hand. I was familiar with the shop layout, so I joined the short queue in the centre aisle. Two women were ahead of me in the line, two being served at the counter. It'd take a minute or two to get attention. To my right, in what looked like a second line, but wasn't (it was actually the way...