The letter expected was already in the post. It arrived at Lyney House two days later, the Doctor's receptionist being frugal with her employers expenses had used a second class stamp. It dropped through the door, and James collected it with his other post. Realising immediately what this was, he called Abby on her mobile straight away. "It's here." "What d...
I thank My LadyCibelle and Techsan for their rapid editing of this story. This is a story I wrote some years ago and I found it again the other day whilst tidying up my hard drive. I thought it would make a perfect epitaph to Otterley who is no longer with us. She liked this story a lot. To Otterley When Tony first noticed the car, he had almost stopped...
April 1994, I was twenty years old living in a U.S. Army barracks in the middle of Germany. I was a private first class and was nowhere near high enough in the chain of command to have my own room, so I shared with a guy three years older than me named Robert. We had a small bathroom, a tiny living room type area, and a bedroom, which had two single beds aga...
Thank you, Erik Thread, for your excellent editing and helpful suggestions. I am grateful for your patience and skill. Any errors are, of course, mine. The celebration was brief. Tony had no sooner gotten off the phone from hearing Martin tell him that the arrest had gone down as planned when two well-dressed men arrived at Amnesia! "Anthony Marino?" a t...
I park up and get out of the car. Terrific place, I think, walking up the drive. The door opens before I can ring the bell. "Hi. You must be Mark." The voice, low and throaty, has the same effect as it did when she called. It makes me think of tussled sheets. Now the visuals don't always match the audio in my (considerable) experience but in this ca...
Theo's eyelids jumped, something fantastic happening behind them, and I knew he was asleep. His eyelashes had blond tips, and the skin surrounding his eyes creased gently, showing his fondness for laughter. There was a small scar cutting through his eyebrow, a gap where the hair didn't grow. I brushed my fingers along his eyebrow, testing that spot, and foll...
The morning after 'The Massage (Ch.11) was a Saturday and I woke up late, again with a raging hard-on. As I rolled out of bed, I found that my muscles were stiff too. After a long hot shower, my body loosened up and I felt much better, although my cock never really relaxed. A hearty breakfast and I was ready for a day of studying, hiding in the campus libr...
This multi-chapter story contains adult material, including rape and non-consensual sex; bondage, pain and humiliation; anal sex and ass-to mouth. If this offends you, do not read this story and do not rate it. Chapter 03. Warrior's Woman Oruale felt desperate. When she awoke in the morning, she had found Lancelot already gone for his early morning ride an...
Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. This chapter has some incestuous overtones. There is not any actual incest, but I wanted to warn you as a reader in case that is not for you. To those who find these things exciting, enjoy. Comments are always welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated. Goam...
The sexy nineteen year old brunette Erica stood at attention in Director Booker's office, nervously biting her lip. She had only just made full agent in Whore Division, but her very first mission had gone badly awry when she was thwarted by her nemesis Amanda of the rival agency Slut Directorate. Director Booker was not at all pleased, standing with his arm...