*knock knock* Half an hour late. Quietly cursing her timing, I stuff my hard dick back into my pants and stand up to redo my belt. *Knock Knock* Alone behind the desk in my small studio space, clicking frantically around on my laptop screen, I attempt to close the many open tabs displaying variations on the same photo of gorgeous goddess/pop-star Taylor...
He first noticed her at the Stephen King section of the local bookstore. She intrigued him for two reasons: Firstly, Stephen King novels were his life passion, the focus of his PhD study, and secondly, the logo on her handbag was from the same company his wife worked for. And she attracted him like a magnet. So he struck up a conversation. "Do you read many...
The doorbell rang. "Hello there, Penelope. It's been a while." "Oh, yes it has, Peter. I thought I should stop by. I know Esther wanted to talk about something. I hope I haven't missed her?" "Of course you missed her. She's on her way to her mother's house. Surely she told you that." "Well, yes. I suppose she did. I get so forgetful. But, how are you, Pe...
A single candlelight supplies the only brightness for the study of the sorcerer's home. High on the hillside, his meager but clean abode overlooks the township. From the window he sees lantern and candlelight of medieval houses, shops and shacks. Nothing escapes his view save the buildings in the shadow of the church steeple. He watches all without being see...
It was early morning and the sun had started to rise. Faith slowly blinked as the first ray of sunlight hit her eyes. He was watching her - he'd been watching her, out of her sight but able to see her every move. Not that she would be moving much, as she would soon realize. He had tied both her hands above her head and her ankles were tied to the corners of...
Hello, there. My name is Jean-Michel Augustine. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. My family moved to the region of Ontario, Canada, about ten years ago. I guess ours is a bit atypical of the immigrant story in the Confederation of Canada. My father, Richard Augustine, studied Accounting at the University of Laval in the City of...
My Sweetest Love, I have missed you so much these past few weeks. My body mourns. You woke me to the pleasures of daily sex and now, rudely, I am bereft. I need you so. I was so ready to orgasm yesterday morning when we were together on the phone. I curse the war that disrupts the lines between you and I. I almost screamed in frustration when your voice,...
Dear Fairy Godmother, I want to have three female subs. The first will be a red head, with white skin, blue or green eyes, and she will be fairly skinny. The second will be a brunette that is healthy not chunky and not skinny with lightly tanned skin. Finally, I want a black haired lady, her hair as long as mine, as smooth and silky. I want her to have dark...
The extra room was finally rented out, and Lilly, the beautiful brown haired, brown eyed young lady who rented the bedsit was a real joy to be around. Besides, you and Sweetie could use a few extra dollars to help cushion your little nest egg. Sweetie's your husband, but you've been calling him by his pet name for so long you've nearly forgotten his real nam...
Andy sat on a plush sofa, nursing a Red Bull with vodka and watching the glass-caged go-go dancers dressed as fetish characters gyrate to the beat. The dance floor was far too crowded, and he wasn't quite far gone enough to enjoy dancing, unlike his other friends who were busy getting groovy, or whatever people called it, with the other Goths, at this freaki...