How do I get myself into these things? Because I'm a sucker for men who beg, that's how. Look on my forehead, see the big "S"? It magically appears whenever a man gets down on his knees, clasps his hands together, and says "Please, please, oh pretty please?" It must be some sort of motherly instinct. I never had any kids, and I always thought I transferred m...
This story is about one incredible night I had five years ago in New York City. It is still hard for me to believe that evening unfolded the way it did, but it remains one of my most prized memories and a constant source of fantasy for me. This story is about Sophie. My name is Steven. I own a commercial furniture company in Hartford, Connecticut and have l...
Author's Note: This is really part two of "The Chess Player", as it took place immediately after the incident in the motel with the chess game. Thought you'd like to know that in case you're keeping score. * * * * * As I got into the front seat of our BMW, I made no effort to cover my legs with my dress. It had settled comfortably about two-thirds up my th...
I. Twas never my wish to be wedded to such a creature, to marry such a beast of a man. But he was in truth a devious trickster who made himself to seem a fair and honest lord. There seems little doubt that my mother and father were blinded by his great riches and refined manners, and of course, so was I. Yet there must have been something more. Call it sor...
Note from the Author: I wrote this story and many years ago for a newsgroup. I'm not sure if it's still on file anywhere, but it's a good bit of fun writing. Originally, it was written on a dare from a friend who didn't think that I could make such an unlikely coupling occur under any circumstance. If you know the Trek Universe well, you will know what I mea...
Hashashin New York City 1957 "We have just received news that confirm the initial reports stating that early yesterday morning Iranian sailors from their 6th Fleet, on drill maneuvers in the Caspian Sea, discovered and rescued Aiden Arden. Arden was known as the heir to Arden Technologies, playboy and the boyfriend of various actresses and models which mad...
"I swear sometimes I think I'm cursed," Robin complained, sitting at her favorite coffee shop one evening with her best friend Brandi. "You've just had a couple of bad dates," consoled Brandi, her eyes searching around the nearby tables for any guys who might warrant her attention. "A couple of dozen bad dates," corrected Robin. Her dark eyes stared down i...
It had been several days, several tense days, since the "Night of the Fruit Fight" as I've come to call it. (No, really, cucumbers are technically fruit. Look it up.) We had our usually flirty repartee at the office, but not much had happened on the home front. She was busy, I was busy, and after our last encounter that ended up with her having a "peaches an...
Sorry for the delay in finishing this but real life and other muses get in the way. One of the downsides of long stories is that I have written the next chapter(s) in my mind long before the act of tapping away at the keyboard is even started. I'm sorry to admit that it makes it tedious at times and so other, fresher stories sometimes get in the way. It's...
This is a work of fiction and all characters are aged over 18. The story covers many themes but Group Sex appeared to be the most applicable category. Votes and comments are always welcome. ------------------------------- The Coopers met the Mitchells at a dusty caravan park half way across the Nullabor Plain. They struck up a conversation -- as often hap...