We ended our regular Friday nightclub gig at near 2am, the usual time with the usual bored, drunken crowd in attendance. All they wanted to hear were the oldies from the sixties and seventies and eighties, maybe a few early nineties songs. They would even get a bit surly if we tried to play something original or anything newer than those eight-year-old ninet...
So here we are in the early fall. Another three months have passed and all I can say is what a summer. My dressing at home had calmed down a bit and was now pretty normal. I could actually get dressed and not get a raging hard on every time. I actually liked that. We modified some of the dressing at home rules to make both our lives easier. If during the...
"It was just a joke." she told me and he tried to back her up, but my perception of the whole episode was such that I couldn't believe her. It was so real at the time and they didn't have any way of proving it hadn't happened or that maybe that it had happened for real before. If my perception was that they did it and I couldn't believe that it was just a jo...
It's only Rock 'n' Roll, but she likes it.So One More Time, For Old Time's Sake ... This story is based around real locations I experienced as a music journalist, the Festival, the Studio and the party venue are real, and although the characters are composites they are based around real people I encountered within that scene... Names have -- naturally, be...
This is my first story, I am not asking you to go easy on me but please tell me what I should do to write better. Thanks. ***** My name is Gerry Ferguson. I am a little under 6 feet and a little over 200 pounds and a car salesman at the biggest Ford dealer in our Midwestern state. And I am pretty successful at it, too. I have been married to Sandra Jean, w...
Chapter9 As Sarah took the bread into her mouth, it dissolved and the drug took effect. Flowing through her body, her mind was overcome with its power and she drifted off. Back in the circle, the two parents witnessed their daughter disappear in a mist. Finally, they were left looking at one another with the sounds of the battle raging all around them. Sa...
This is part 3 of my Mistress Valeria series and I truly suggest reading parts 1 and 2 before this one if you have not done so. Thanks all for the support and feed back on the first 2. I believe this should be the best part. This is still around 90% accurate and I am looking to drag it out a little more by being more descriptive and let the story come to me...
The following is a work of fiction – for now. It describes a fantasy I fully intend to make as real as possible. Those who have advice regarding the scenario I spin below are welcome to contact me, I am pleased to hear from you! Although this story is titled as part 2, it is not necessary to read part 1 before enjoying this one. A while ago I spun a little...
Warning This is a story about my own kind of Futanari. Futanari is a japanese word meaning hermaphrodite but over the ages in Japan it have had other meanings too just as in western society today it can mean a few different things. My story holds true to the hermaphrodite meaning and the futanaris that take part in this story all have a pussy and a cock. Tb...
Chapter Eleven - The Prelude to the Gangbang A typical guy thing, especially at that age, embarrassed that I was sitting there naked in front of my friends, other than with my shirt off or in the shower, after gym class in school, they had never seen me naked. Preserving some of my modesty, I grabbed a pillow and held it in lap, while I sat in the chair acr...