Chapter 10 (The Account is Due) "Ally? Sammy...? You guys there?" Tommy said, "Yeah, Kenny, we're upstairs. Give us a moment...there's coffee on. We'll be down in a minute." "Okay," said Kendall, "Just so you know, Malsa's here with Lilly...Said she needs to talk to you." Surprised, he said, "Oh...Okay...I'll be right there." Still with the stinger in h...
Warning-This story contains graphic descriptions of robosexuality. If you're not into that sort of thing then leave this page now. Reading the previous story isn't really required-there's a fair amount of recap. -Ax Tabiya – The standard moves in the opening of a Chess game. A formality before the real game begins. Terminator: Determination was displaye...
I would like to take time to thank all those who read, voted and commented on my first submission, "The Gift." I learned something from every comment, even those that weren't so positive. Many commenters said I needed an editor, so I took their advice. I want to thank HMauthor for all the help and guidance provided. Their knowledge of English, grammar and pu...
What had started as an evening of skimpy lingerie and five women in various states of undress, an evening that had seemed destined to be the stuff of wet dreams, quickly settled into a rather dull, uneventful affair. Sure, Jessica Braeburn, Ginger Gold, and Amy Melrose were all sitting in intimate apparel, and the breasts of both Rachel Wilks and Lauren Lafr...
"No way!" Anna laughed, peering over her shoulder at the computer screen. "It is, look." Dorien gestured at the screen, her face bright in its blue glow. This was unreal. So unreal that she started to feel a little unsettled. Behind her, on the sofa, she heard Debbie giggling, high pitched, hilarious. "Who is it?" Anna said. "Don't know. There's some us...
Love and trust, two things I thought for the longest time I'd never achieve in my lifetime. I was an innocent boy, untouched by the ugliness that life sometimes throws at you when the incident happened that set everything into play. There is a line from a Charles Dickens classic that best describes my childhood, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst...
As a taxi driver I get to meet some beautiful women, but Melissa is without doubt the most incredible looking person I've ever met. When I picked her up, I assumed she must be a model going to or from an assignment. She carried one of those make-up cases models use and seemed to be in a hurry, as they invariably are. She sat in the front seat, which is unus...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Parts Seven and Eight have been amended and brought up to the present day and are now offered as a single rath...
If you find cuckolding offensive I suggest that you skip to the last page, leave your caustic comment and avoid the pain of reading this story. If you want to read about a cock in a cage this isn't the story for you either. My story isn't for everyone, but you would be surprised by how many people find it oddly compelling. It's like a slow-motion catastrophe...
A sparrow perched on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight, singing of its joy in a new day — both of which were stabbing into Ella's brain, even though her eyes were still closed. She whimpered and pulled the pillow over her face, but it didn't help. The housewarming party for the home she shared with her twin sister had been one for the ages, but she w...