As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains, I saw Captain Farrell. He was smoking his pipe, his purse full of coins hanging off his belt. My eyes glittering, I went up to him, and said, "Good morning, Captain, fancy meeting you here." "Molly," he said, looking me square in the bosom, "I didn't expect to see you here, and so early. What brings you out...
Author's Note: In the previous chapter, there were a lot of complaints that I had deliberately misspelled certain words in order to convey the idea of the protagonist's Dutch accent. For that reason, I decided that, since the representation of the accent was no longer integral to the story (as the reader now gets a clear picture), I will dispense with the m...
Frank was just finished polishing the chrome of his new motorcycle when a young woman walked up his driveway, right up to him. He recognized slim, brunette girl from several houses down the street. He blushed as he realized she was wearing only a tight white sundress, a rather short one at that, and very obviously nothing else. She was even walking barefoot....
Ch. 5 The Dead Zone Summer in the Wenatchee Valley is predictable. Dry, sunny, and hot! Which is fine when you're living in a nice cottage on the Columbia River with a beach in your front yard. It's not quite as good when the shop doesn't have a proper air conditioner, and with the traffic in and out of the store the inside temperature gets pretty warm. I...
It was another late, sweaty, night for Chum Chanchom at Blu, the restaurant at which he was currently employed. It was a serviceable job, the pay was nice, and the busy pace kept his mind on what was important, school. Chum had a very specific vision of the way he wanted his life to go. A good job, a quiet family, the ebony woman of his dreams, and at least...
Steve Feldman saw it in the "Inflight" magazine he usually thumbed through on his many business trips. A little clock radio that was actually a surveillance camera. Perfect! he thought. Perfect for catching the cleaning crew that paid a weekly visit to his home and whom he suspected of pilfering some of his valuables. He'd had an expensive watch stolen but c...
I would like to express my gratitude to karthi965 for editing my story & for keeping the raw originality of the story intact. ***** I am a 38 yrs old sex pest turned gentleman leading a cursed love life. My life has turned a new leaf after my marriage, which was a turn for the worst. I am leading my horrible days with an ugly wife who rations my doses of s...
Disclamier: Iorveth, the Scoia'tael, and Cedric are not mine but the female character is mine. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit. The title is self explanatory; don't know why so many people hate Iorveth. He fights for a cause although a little hateful and he makes me cream my panties, he's so hot. This story has a lot of ex...
Today is the big day, the day you have anticipating for months. You have been a slave to your master for almost a year and several months ago he announced to you that you would be the star attraction at a live bondage and discipline show. He did not immediately tell you where but exactly four weeks ago he let you in on the secret, it would be at the Folsom S...
The voice was mom's. "I know you're naked, but it doesn't matter. Help us please." 'US?' Who is us? I moved to the big tree and saw my mom and dad. They were tied to a tree—well I take that back, mom's right wrist was cuffed to dad's left wrist and her left wrist was cuffed to his right wrist facing out and a good size tree was in between them or rather, t...