The Video Gamer's Sex Stories Volume 3 - Resident Evil - Where's Wesker? "Yes, I'm here to see Albert Wesker, please." the pretty redhead said, approaching the front desk. The secretary was quiet for some time, not even glancing up at the waiting girl. "Take this pass." she finally mumbled, making no secret of her disinterest. Sliding a blue idetificatio...
Harry Chapin was a folk-rock troubadour of the baby boom generation. He was particularly known for his "story-songs"; his signature hit "Taxi" (1972) was the story of a disillusioned cabbie meeting an old lover, and "Cat's In the Cradle" (1974) the cautionary tale of an absentee father. Chapin toured restlessly and recorded the albums Heads and Tales (1972),...
"It's perfect! We have to buy it!" Lisa was standing in the kitchen of the cottage. Her husband Mark smiled. The roof beams of the kitchen just skimmed his head. But they both loved the cottage, built in the 1600s and extended many times since, and they loved the small, isolated village on the wild Norfolk coast. House hunting out of London, they had stumb...
"Tell me about the ride home in the taxi." I said, as I nibbled on Sharrons ear as we lay in bed later that night. "Already told you." Sharron purred, as I licked her neck and stroked her back. "Yea, but tell me what made you agree to go home with him, and how you got so worked up, that you actually let him finger you in the back of a taxi. What was his o...
The captain's voice came over the cabin annunciators of the TWI Gulfstream G4. "Sir, the tower just informed us that the air hostess's car has passed security and she will arrive shortly. However, we're late and have missed our takeoff slot. We are at ground stop for at least an hour. We will try to make up the time inflight but no guarantees." GODDAMMIT!...
Holly and I decided to take a long weekend to an exclusive island resort in the Caribbean. The resort was very private and catered to clothed, nude and swinger clientele. The public areas of the complex were divided as such. With three separate pools, beaches and lounges guests could decide and feel comfortable with their surroundings. On the flight over a...
This story is completely fictional, but with roots in real life. If you find the English and grammar and maybe the idioms are unusual this is because this story is written in New Zealand English which is a little different from American or UK English. We are very indebted to VMKC for editing our story and making it so much more readable, Thanks VMKC. * De...
When I arrived in Grand Mare I felt uneasy, anxious, even scared but New Years Eve changed all that. Even if it was only for a moment I felt protected safe and secure. However a mere three days later I felt lost. How strange the human emotion is that feelings can change so quickly and so drastically. I hadn't heard from anyone since Sherrie's visit. I have...
Ned and his daughter Karen entered the mansion's in-house mini-studio where Ned often interviewed potential stripper employees. It was just a few cushioned chairs arrayed before a low wooden dance platform. It had a modest sound system and a simple set of stage lights. The stage was dark and quiet as Ned and Karen settled in. A light flute tune added ambianc...
Edited by Spellslave * Eddie was late. Maria lounged by the pool, keeping a watchful eye on the road for her wayward boyfriend. He was always late. It had become a standing joke between them and she often joked that he would miss his own funeral. "At last..." She sighed as the huge iron gates swung open and a familiar black limousine swung into the long d...