Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- (v = - a Tr(k)). It took several days after my last contact with Angkor Maintenance Control to receive confirmation that portal travel between Angkor and Anora was possible. Several test modules were sent through from each end before both ends were certified for human travel. It was that evening that I decided to tell Raku, the monk...
Studio B was tucked back in a distant corner of the sprawling Metro Films lot. Discarded props and miscellaneous film production equipment, too valuable to junk, but too old to be of service at the bigger studios nearer the front gate, surrounded the old, square building. She parked in the temporary lot as she had for the last two weeks. Though, she wasn't...
Chapter 7 We just finished the groceries and we called a cab to take us back waiting at the door was Jenna. She and Sheila carried the groceries up to my apartment where I had slave put on the coffee and while she was doing that I give Jenna a kiss, which of course Sheila felt in detail. Jenna upset saying, "What is she doing here?" "Why don't you ask her?...
I would like to think that getting woken up by a blowjob be one of the best ways any man can ever experience the day. The feelings of drowsiness coupled with the warm, stimulating movements of a wet mouth give off a better feeling than almost anyone can ever realize. All the sensations of warming up and sexual arousal were blasting through my body like hot f...
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....
I would like to thank Georgia Alice for all the help she offered. Most of the characters and places got their names thanks to you. Your assistance with the English language allowed me to move forward with the work, when I could not find the proper word. And above all, being my most faithful reader, you mobilized me to continue the writing. This story would h...
CHAPTER 1 Seated at the breakfast table, hidden from his wife Janis behind a rustling newspaper, Claude Jones said grumpily, "What time did the little bitch get home this morning? She's becoming later and later." A car door slammed and drunken voices shouted, "Goodbye Nikita." A screech of burning rubber indicated a nutter drove the vehicle. "Here she is...
Once again this is for those readers that enjoy a nice, hard, swollen juicy cock to suck, while sharing it with the love of their life, their Loving Wives. * I had been engaged to Lisa for a year. I felt that I had the most beautiful wife in the world. In reality, and to be completely honest, She was what most men would call mousey. Lisa was twenty two. Sh...
I'll try not to repeat too much, but recommend the reader check out my story, "Buckets," (also in Exhibitionist/Voyeur) first, to get the background. *** Hello again. I'm still David, and Anna's still the wife (5'4", 135#, 34C-30-38, blue with brown). As her 49th approached, she worried the usual worries about getting older, life passing by, and such. I ur...
Author's note - the following takes place directly after 'All work and no play - the prologue'. You can find that story along with all my listed works as part of my bio or under the 'lesbian' category. ***** Lust takes control of my hands, and I run them down Susan's back, past her small waist to her soft round butt, squeezing and caressing the cheeks of...