Still with us, the pretty young thing and I as we tell you her story? Well, you must be nearly as perverted as us, hmmm? We'll see if you're still there by the end, won't we pretty thing? The story gets nastier by the chapter... ------------------------------- Graduating from high school was nothing compared to this. She'd come through her 'initiation' rel...
I left the club and walked toward my hotel. Along they way a short, rather heavy young lady was working the street. It was pouring down rain and while she was trying to stay under a marquee, she had gotten soaked. "Care to join me?" I asked stopping to face her. I held up two 20's and said that's all I have left 'til tomorrow. But the up side is a nice dry...
Every time I have an even remotely sexual experience I want to reach out to you?...this inclination is annoying. But you are still the only person I can talk to. Notice I said "talk to" and not "talk with." It's a little difficult talking "with" someone who rarely carries their weight of the conversation... Anyway. Tonight I had this guy over. He arrived at...
Chapter 1 – the Welcome We rang the bell of the large 3-storey house in the leafy suburb of North London. The 'we' in this story are Jane, my partner of 5 years, Annette, her best pal (and sometimes our partner in threesomes), and I. I am Rick, 35 years old, reasonable-looking and always up for some fun. We'd been invited to this address for a party being t...
Author's Note: This story contains themes of golden shower vandalism, so if that's not your cup of tea then I suggest you turn around! :D Constructive criticism is very welcome, as this is my first time writing but keep it kind and tasteful people. Enjoy! * I tossed and turned in my bed, my long, tan legs twisting the bed sheets. The whole house was sound...
Sally was home alone. Her housemates gone to a music festival for the weekend. Leaving on Friday morning to beat the traffic. This meant they were safely out of her way. It's not that she didn't love communal living, she did really love chatting over a cup of tea, but with preferences like hers sometimes it was better to be alone. She'd been trying to give...
It didn't come as a surprise to me because I had been expecting it or at least something like it. It was a Wednesday and Myra and I were eating dinner when she said, "Don't make any plans for us this weekend. The girls from work and I are going to a spa for the weekend. One of the girls arranged for a group package. It will be a weekend of mud baths, mudpac...
Slaves to the man. Chapter Eight Shadow waved Hunter and Mirage toward the chairs that sat in front of his desk. Mirage sat, glancing over and meeting Hunter's eyes. He shrugged and then his gaze went to Shadow as the director of ASP sank down in the chair behind the desk. "Have either of you ever seen one of the shells acting like that?" Mirage shudde...
'Nine months' Cindy thought. 'Nine months' since she walked out of the house leaving her husband behind and she was well into her second trimester of her nine-month pregnancy. She stood on the corner waiting on either a John to pull up or Sky to come back from the room. She was smoking a Kool cigarette taking her time to inhale as deeply as possible and the...
My name is Tom, and just over five years ago my father remarried. My mum had gone to buy some potatoes one August afternoon, when I was eight, and I guess after fifteen years Dad finally got tired of waiting for those damn spuds. I don't remember much of my mother; only that her hair was brown, her smile was gentle, and that she always smelt of fresh laundry...