This story is a companion piece to Mirror, Mirror. One of the problems with first person narration is that only one character is fully developed. The problem I had was that there were two people who deserved to have their story told. You do not need to read Mirror, Mirror before you read this story. Lisa's story can stand on its own. ***** When I saw Darry...
Before I get deeply in this I suppose an introduction is appropriate. I'm Nick, short for Nicholas. I'm a retired Marine and for the past 4 years I've been an independent hotshot driver. For those of you who don't know what a hotshot driver is, it is a towing/hauling service using "regular" ¾ ton or larger trucks usually with a flatbed or other style trailer...
- Sissy Meets Sarah's Bull - Standing at the living room window with the windex and paper towels, I teetered on the ridiculously tall Mary Janes. It were as though I were standing on the balls of my feet and toes only. There was no relief. My other pumps felt like heaven compared to these! She said to wash inside and out, and not to miss a spot. That meant...
Malik struggled as best as he could, but the reflexes of the krykna spiders were too great. Every move he made to try and escape was stymied by the pinching beak of a nearby spider. Deeper and deeper they carried him into their lair, yet all the while Malik pondered the strange specificity of Bendu's previous wording. He had called this a puzzle, one that th...
This is one of my more goofy stories. I hope you like it. If expansion is not your thing, this story is probably not for you. Comments fuel my desire to write, so please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. *** Roger Rabbit straightened his polka-dot bow tie and stood up straight, displaying himself as handsomely as he could. Unsure he was pres...
Danny looked angry when Mrs Watson got into the car. He'd sent his slave to a friend's house, where she had to relieve the guy's sexual frustration. His slave went under orders, and he'd delivered her there, so it was unfair of him to be aggressive with her. 'Don't tell me anything, slave,' he harshly spoke. 'Just say don't say anything.' They were quiet...
This is a continuation of a story about a wife's evolution into infidelity with other men. It contains my usual themes of wife infidelity, cuckolding, and voyeurism. I appreciate the feedback I have received and some of the correspondence. I have taken some of your suggestions and interwoven them into my stories. I look forward to your continued comments....
Mike Reynolds was naked and standing in an old churchyard. Above him the moon shone brightly in the night sky. The night air was cool enough to raise goose bumps on his exposed flesh. The long grass felt damp beneath his toes. A thick layer of white mist, enough to cover his feet up to his ankles, flowed over the secluded graveyard. Mike didn't know what he...
This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 12 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. ***** The nude swim meet in New England had stoked Sara's desire to train and compete. We had only been back on the island about ten days when Sara informed me that we would be leaving for Central Florida. Sa...
Messing around with both Erin and Angie in the past few weeks had been really hot and steamy, especially so for someone as inexperienced as me. Plus, there was still a mystery girl -- a girl who had given me a blowjob without giving me the benefit of knowing who she was. I was now guessing this had to be Rachel, since it definitely wasn't Erin. No other girl...