A true story - it happened to me! Nothing has been changed to protect anyone. ---------------------- As a kid, I'd always heard that bellboys get more strange pussy than anyone. But after six months working as a bellboy in two different Iowa hotels, I'd only had sex with one girl. She worked as a waitress in the hotel's room-service, and our relationship w...
No way did I ever imagine I'd be stretched out on a couch like this. And I've got to go on telling you all my secrets haven't I? And you sit there taking notes. Like I said, I don't see I've got a problem. But when your sister and your family start getting all uptight and start saying you're not normal, well. But nymphomaniac? I'm sure, doctor, you'll say...
"So, uh, before anyone does anything that they might regret," I said, lifting up my hands. Several Doyen paladins were standing before me and the rest of Bravo Squad (and Vicky Smith, but I wasn't sure that she counted yet) and each of them had their psi-swords crackling and sparking. Behind them, the civilians were rapidly fleeing the interior city. Clearly...
Lesley rushed breathlessly down the opulent corridor, her bare feet padding on the luxurious, cold marble. The fingers of her left hand were looped through the straps of her four-inch stilletoes and her right hand grasped her matching clutch bag. She panted for air, her ample bosom heaving underneath her low-cut embroidered gown and tight corsets. The pearl...
Belinda had always been one of those girls at the school who could tighten my trousers whenever she was near, so I was pleased to see that she was in my literature class that fall. I don't know if it was pheremones or the sight of her body, but I never tired of imagining her as my lusty little nymph. If she only knew what lewd, shameful things she did with m...
The following diary excerpts were submitted as evidence in the trial of one Mr. Albert C. Gradulunk. * Tuesday, November 13 I was late to work again, and this time my boss said something because I missed an important meeting. I made some excuse about traffic, figuring I shouldn't tell him the real reason I was late. I thought I could make it quick this mo...
Chapter 1: Awakening The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the bright light above her head. The first thing she felt was the cool feel of table's leather mat upon her naked back and legs. There were shelves and counters, all painted white, and bright stainless steel instruments. The walls were pale blue and the tiles of the dropped ceiling we...
It's four in the afternoon and I have a hard-on for Maisie. She won't be home from work for another hour and a half at least. Damn. Maisie, my former manager at Blinko's Copies. Maisie, who became my best friend. Maisie, a short, heavy, buxom grandmother of three; grey-haired and apple-cheeked. My Frumpy Dumpling, Maisie Havlicek, whom I have fallen i...
1. All characters are 18+ 2. No characters represent real people 3. Enjoy the fiction ---- CHAPTER 1 ---- I almost didn't see the flower shop. It was tucked into the wall a bit, and the signage wasn't very good. You'd only see it if you were actively looking for it, which I was. When I walked in, I saw flowers that I'd seen in other places. But I wasn...
In spite of everything, I was mostly hungry. Eight months of relentless effort led to the closure of 400 years worth of passionate murder and lifeless sleep. I had been the undoing of my siblings. My family. Four centuries of deepest love and conspiracy. And now I stood among men. I stood before a chaos contained within graceless mahogany Falls Church walls...