Very often I have been asked by my dear readers (thank you) for translations of my german stories (which are the much longer ones, as it is my native language). It´s a real pity that my english is not good enough to do that, and it would also be to time consuming (I prefer to write new stories, as this is much nicer…). Anyway thanks for your interest. As a l...
Jean Thorpe laughed allowed as her husband Jim introduced his friend Jim to her. The cause of her laughter was the fact that Jean had been looking for a volunteer to play the part of Santa's little helper for the forthcoming visit to the children's ward at the hospital where she worked. Jim stood 6'3" and had a very muscular, athletic build, also he was ve...
Candy James pursed her full, sensual lips with anxiety and ducked her head into the side entrance of 'The Meat Palace', hoping she hadn't been seen. The 26-year-old teacher knew that once she made it inside at least the women there would be equally compromised and would be unlikely to report her to her employers. The small and shapely brunette had spent the...
To the literary purists -- As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. * It was the weekend, and we had been invited to a party. It was at an...
There are days when it just doesn't seem worth getting out of bed for. That day felt like one of those...how wrong I was. The early evening before the night was a really bad one, the guys and gurls from my ex-company wanted to "do" Amsterdam in a big way. As the resident expert I was the tour guide, bars, dope cafes, sex clubs, and finally dinner at Sleep...
You have been gone for two weeks and my pussy is ravishing for your touch. The sweet, long, beautiful stride of your tongue against her wetness makes her ache for you. Today at 4:00 is our anticipated reunion. Our chance to taste and savior each other for hours. I knock on the front door and you open it within seconds. I am more than certain you have been...
Duzi's had the good fortune to live in a land of abundance. Trade routes crossed this land, and cultures far and near merged. The temple on the hill was a good example of many beliefs blending. Built in ancient times, many gods for many occasions were worshiped. At night they could be seen shinning their approval. It was late fall, the leave had turned colo...
2:30 a.m. Meg saw the shiver run across Wendy's body as touched her. Meg felt scalded, like a jolt of lightning touched her there. Ice and water pooled at the spot. Turning over, Meg looked up at her friend, lit by the moon from the window above them, amazed at the beauty of the woman above her, and the soft sensuality she exuded. Wendy's hair was short and...
Well, howdy folks! My name is Evelyn Rachel Lombardi. I'm five-foot-eleven and slim, with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. I'm originally from the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta, but I moved to the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, a little over two years ago. I attend the University of Ottawa, where I study business administrati...
Sometimes I think Ivan is just not the right name for a Black guy, man. I ought to know, especially given that my name is Ivan Chekov. I was born in the City of Alexandrov, deep within the Russian Federation. My father, Andrei Chekov, is a White dude of Russian descent, and my mother Rosalind Adewale was Black, of Nigerian descent. She died giving birth to m...