I had just finished my freshman year of college, having somehow existed through months of frustration. My grades were excellent but my sex life was a failure. With hormones pumping throughout my body at breakneck speed, and a goodly amount of attractive girls running around campus suffering with the same condition, one would have thought that I would have co...
Well hello again. I'm not going to rehash the reasons for my extended absence. If you don't know, and you're interested, it's on my profile page. I will only say again that it's not an excuse. I don't think I need to make an excuse. Having said that, I do want to apologize. It is not fair to have left off this. , and even though it is understandable why i...
Well here I am... It's late, I'm in my house, and I am currently hiding underneath my closed-in porches' dining room table. A little over an hour ago, my knowledge of the female gender was stocked up to a single, staged kiss, and the knowledge one might get from knowing how to use the search bars of a computer. Yet less than 60 minutes ago, I was given my fi...
Felicia Hardy, aka the Black Cat, slowly rappelled down the side of the building; the rear alley she had chosen was devoid of streetlights and apparently deserted. The young burglar had waited for almost an hour while hidden in shadows, just to observe any activity in the alley. Her skin-tight costume, which made her almost invisible to the eye, was complete...
All these years later, I can still remember the words, the feelings, the arousal, and the things we did just like it all happened yesterday. Some days I want to change everything that happened, and even make the whole thing not happen, but other days ... well, I'm even now not so sure. For me, it all started with a single sentence from my wife. The words sti...
My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave -- Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing the story and providing lots of feedback, and JonB1969 for editing the first edition. - Tarek * "Tell me the truth, baba!" Rashida, my maid, held my left ear firmly in her right hand, giving it a painful twist. "Did you, or did you not, switch off...
Chapter Thirteen From the timeline I'd been given, it was clear someone was killing every queen. The problem was that details were so scant. Always the same scenario arose; a secret lover, sneaking out, and sometimes the lover was killed too, sometimes not. It didn't take a detective to realize it was the same person. But how could it be Alessandra? My wol...
Christmas in Eden Chapter One:Friday Eden Sawyer's life officially ended on Black Friday. She had woken up with low expectations, dragged herself groggily along the cold tile floor and scalded herself awake in the shower. Minutes later she was choking down freshly opened cereal with a crispness that scratched her throat as she hurried it down. Driving a...
I was in the large two-person shower expecting Jenny to join me soon. As we had headed back from the beach, Jenny had indicated just before we got to the park's shower stalls that she would join me shortly. First she had to take care of something. Thinking that she had to pee I headed to the shower stalls. The showers were large rooms; each had their own d...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual p...