My dearest Reader: This letter is dedicated to you, my adoring fan. Or my first time reader. I admit it honestly, I'm a slut and I love you all. I fancy myself rather like Lestat from that famous Anne Rice's "Vampire Chronicles". Or like Roxie Hart from Broadways' "Chicago". I suppose it's more like Roxie, really. You know... "They love me for loving them...
Comments and votes are greatly appreciated, even the negative. I ask that if you suggest any improvement, please be constructive about it and not rude. ***** Dear diary, today I want to discuss my boyfriend. I wish people would stop questioning our relationship. Everyone wants to get involved and stick their two cents in. I just don't understand it. I know...
An unrealised fantasy Finally. After such a long wait. He was on Her leash and collared. For all to see. She was known in this club and had overseen many a spilt load and sadistic probing, whilst he had been 3000 miles away. He was so pleased that finally, inevitably, it was his turn. They had talked long and often about him being on her leash and he felt...
"Like I said," his voice came over the cell, "I'm not going to meet with you unless you're willing to get with my rules." She dropped the phone on the white leather seat, checked her makeup in the rearview, and applied another layer of dark red lipstick to her lips with a tiny brush. She straightened her fuzzy cardigan sweater and undid the top button. She'...
"Oh... Oh... Oh yeah... Oh God... Oh fuck... Fuck... Fuck me... FUCK MEEEEE!!!!" His hard rod impales me and I beg for more. In and out he pistons as I push back to meet him. His heavy balls slap against my thighs each time he thrusts forward. Nothing exists but the incredible pleasure. It builds like a tidal wave. Slowly, inexorably it builds, until it fin...
Dear Mr. Davis, I hope this letter finds you well. As you requested, I've spent several fruitless nights searching through the archives in vain for the text that Mr. R. W. Chambers had mentioned. It seems that there is not a single copy surviving anywhere on the continent, unless perhaps in some well hidden private collection, to which I would obviously not...
Lucy sat on the floor with her legs crossed, between rows F-G and G-H, a book surreptitiously balanced on her knees. The dusty stillness of the library was punctuated every now and then by a muffled cough, or a rustling newspaper. ...she circled her wet tongue around the throbbing clitoris, and flicked upwards in a sudden motion, making her partner jump si...
Dusty sat for a moment as the sun was beginning to set and a cold breeze came off the lake, stirring a clump of ferns nearby. He poked at the campfire then placed more wood on the flames. He glanced up and watched Christy as she entered the red tent they had just spent the last 30 minutes pitching. She had tied the door flaps back, giving him a view of her a...
I wanked lots when I was younger and this didn’t really stop as I got older; you’ve got to keep it working while you’re ‘in between’ girlfriends. I had a stash of things that I use when I wanked, trophies I called them, things that I collected from girlfriends over the years. The problem was that as I got older and the number of exes increased, there was a n...
Jamie and Jenny were sisters but were complete opposites. Jenny was the outsider. She was an artist and had fiery red hair. She had never had a steady boyfriend and her parents were always disappointed with what she did. She had graduated from high school but had decided not to go to college. Jamie was the good sister. She was a straight A student and had be...