A few weeks passed since I moved to London, I had a few weeks before university. I had been kept busy with my waitress job, and the escort and stripping job was boosting my cosmetic surgery fund. The escort work, had led to a couple of shags, but for the most part my sex life had trailed right off. One night I was working busting tables at the restaurant, t...
My name is Ahmed Saint John. I'm a big and tall Black man from Cameroon. I'm twenty years old and this is my first year in America. It's summertime. I start college in a few months. I thought I'd raise money by selling stuff door to door. It's a nice job which allows me to travel it also allows me to meet all kinds of women. Especially the big gals that I'm...
She was actually doing it. It was against her better judgment, it was against common sense, and it was against the law, but Carol was still doing it. She was leaving her home, she was heading out in the car, and she not bringing a single scrap of clothing with her. All around her, people were milling about doing their own things, walking, jogging, biking, sk...
Chapter 09 -- An honest conversation Trish spent the remainder of her third week on the Island working under Flora's supervision while Eve went to her job at the airport. Trish learned a few more things about maintaining a house and garden: by the end of the week she knew what was expected from her in Eve's house. The tasks became less daunting and she was...
(The story picks up when Samantha joins TJ and Emma on a vacation road trip. Emma has ongoing relationships with both Sam and TJ.) *** Sam and I had approached Emma and told her of my idea for the three of us to travel together. Her reaction was even more enthusiastic than I thought it would be. She excitedly hugged us both and her joy was infectious as we...
The athletic-toned Sally Warner called on her friend Becky Allen and found two cars in the driveway. Recognizing one of them as Sally's parents' vehicle, Sally instantly figured the police car parked at the gate entrance might have been a callout. She hurried along the side of the house to the pool where she was expected for the pre-arranged drink with her f...
I am sure everyone has seen some variation of a sexy female police officer costume, such an outfit gave me an idea. How could a police force look if they wore such uniforms and used sex instead of actual force? Here is a short story about how it could operate. Please, tell me your thoughts. Should I expand the idea and write some more stories? * Alexandra...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Stark silver glistened against her dark skin. It was cold around her wrists, loose enough not to bite but too tight for escape. A chain hung between her limbs and jingled as she was marched from the police car, into the undersized building. Uniforms rushed around inside, taking calls, prepping to leave or handling a random errand. The walls were littered wit...
Author's note: The inspiration for this should be fairly obvious. I wanted to play with that idea, and see where it lead if we assume the exception-al (an interesting word, that, if you consider the root word) to be everyday. And I also wanted to say that no matter what your perversion, fetishists are people too. ############ The policewoman's stare bor...