This story follows the short descriptive tales of the Blob, a fictional alien character, based in a post-wartime, nineteen-sixties' themed civilisation. Miranda, an American-irish red-head of tall physique and busty, bulging form, is best friends with Jane, a small, firm-formed dark haired woman of natural beauty. The two are nurses in an expansive medical f...
After a wild time in the big Jacuzzi tub, Darrell, Marcus and I all cleaned up. I went to Marcus and give him a big deep kiss as he fondled my ass. Then I went to Darrell and gave him a big kiss while pushing up against his flaccid manhood that was still bigger that 90% of men out there. "That was a wonderful night!" I stated. "And, I am wiped out and need...
Dear Mademoiselle Gardinier, Apologies for my delay in responding to your letters. I have been touring the country with my new colleague, Professor Van Herten, who I met at a medical conference in Brussels. He is a leading specialist in Europe of Paroxysm. We are working closely on some new methodologies that will enable the patient to experience sensations...
**contains some elements of humiliation** I pause outside of your office. I can hear you typing away in there and I know you must be preoccupied with work. I don't hesitate when I walk in and cross the room to your desk. You don't look up and I can see by the crease in your forehead that this is not a good time. Ignoring the signs I position myself to the...
It's raining in paradise, so I'm in the bar pouring out words rather than soaking up sunshine. There is something sensual about holiday heat just the two of you together. Or is it helping each other with the sun oil? I do find something very sensual about slick hands on my body. Would an extra hand help? The early afternoon heat was now getting too much de...
During a recent trip to London, in the course of a short posting, I had the opportunity to stay with Jason and my sis-in-law, Nisha. I looked forward to the trip as it would mean some company during the evenings. Being away from home often meant lonely evenings and solitary confinement in nameless hotel rooms. I enjoyed the company of Jason, who had an inex...
I lay there exhausted yet still wired and dripping wet. I could not get the experience out of my head and reliving it had my juices flowing. Over time; however, as aroused as I was, the exhaustion took over and I fell asleep. While I slept, a new story started to unfold. Unbeknownst to me, my husband's nephew, Jason, had talked to my husband about coming ov...
Inclined to wicked ways, he walked up behind her and covered her eyes with his hands, smiling as she dropped the leash in her hands in surprise. "Oh - who's that?" "Just call me sir," he grinned. "Yes, sir." "What have you been up to in my absence?" "Shopping." "And what did you buy me?" "An orangutan: he's called Borneo." "I don't have much use for...
Fujiko: Sophomore Orientation ----- Ned paced the deck as his little protégée swam laps in the pool. Fujiko was a master swimmer, competition grade if she had chosen that route. But here on campus, it was just exercise and conditioning of her lithe body. Each circuit of Ned's trace passed the lounge chair of Fujiko's father, an Oriental casino tycoon. Ned...
On the edge of the L.A. suburb Hollywood was a sprawling set of buildings surrounded by a concrete wall topped with barbed wire. Apart from the neon sign that said 'Shooting Star Studios,' it looked like a bunch of warehouses in a prisoner-of-war camp. However, enter one of those buildings and you would be transported to another place and time—the interior o...