Charlie Rokeby, now Lord Ashfordley could scarce believe his ears, the very house alive with tales of his Aunts success at the Bordello, of strumpets dressed as beasts, and the hundred Militia from the "Greys" being served by but six harlots with extreme promptitude yet each being satisfied entirely. Charlie had wished humiliation upon his Aunt for her wron...
Chapter 2: Gates of Paradise I loved our little tryst in the back of the truck it was so good! Oh god I hated kissing you goodbye, in the back of my mind I was screaming, "Come with me darling!" I wanted us to fuck and suck each other all night long and in my mind, we did. As I drove away from you, I could still taste your pussy juice on my lips and mouth...
The last Friday before Christmas we had an extraordinary company dinner in a special place. It turned out to be a club for insiders only. On the outside it was a fancy upscale restaurant, but as the night went on it became clear the venue housed entertainment of a very adult nature. After dinner we made intimate acquaintance with our co-workers in a one-on-o...
This was written sometime in either 2005 or 2006, and was my first attempt at writing anything that could pass as erotic fiction. I used to blog on an adult website as a way of letting go of some of the things I had kept inside for many years. I consider myself fortunate enough to have been in the company of some really excellent bloggers, and this was ded...
Max Harper lived for clients like Thompson Industries. The excitement was high and the thousand bucks an hour plus expenses paid the bills. It was chump change for any of his clients. When they called, he knew they were losing millions a day and they knew he always solved the problem. It was his first time working for Thompson Industries. The automatic door...
"Eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast Madam or fruit?" our servant Leilani asks in a bright good morning voice. "I'm not sure," Zoë mumbles as she wakes up on the balcony of our beach shack. "What do you want Serge?" she asks as she swats my naked ass. "Huh?" I ask opening my eyes to a bright sunrise. "Leilani wants to know what we want for breakfast."...
Thanks to John Freer for most of the nifty ideas for this story; the un-nifty ones are mine. Appalling gaps in Homer's classical education {g} heroically filled by Felix Lance Falkon and Allison George's Encarta encyclopedia. Artie pitched in with some proofing of an early version, but is not responsible for remaining errors. Also, I have gotten some commen...
Polly Tarantella hadn't always been the great custodian of Crystal Passion's legacy nor always the music's greatest champion. In fact, I first heard of her when Olivia—one of the few original band-members I still keep in touch with—e-mailed me a link to a Rock Music website I'd never have discovered otherwise in which Polly Tarantella lambasted Crystal Passi...
This story is a homage to James Thurber's classic, "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty", which daydreams are interleaved with real-life scenes, but all tied together. * ...It had come at last. The night of nights. Mitt's princess stood before him, her long blonde tresses curling down her back, her green eyes alert, yet respectful. The white wedding dress brou...
This story is designed to be played as an interactive erotic adventure. For the best reading experience, please select the 'start game' button over on the right of the screen --> Futa Island was considered a myth for decades, a tall tale whispered amongst tipsy sailors in the dark corners of port taverns. The rumors spoke of a hidden island filled with...