Samurai Museum Tokyo Stories

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Sharkbait Ch. 76: Conclusion

by partwolf on Sep 14, 2020
NonHuman

I put the letter in my purse, still fuming. "Relax, Vicki. You knew this would happen," Fiona sent me. "What was that," Mark asked. "The man who sexually harassed me over the summer is suing me," I said. "The THESE TITS guy?" Of course, Jessica said that a little too loud, which got a bunch of tables looking at me. Her father glared at her. "You kicked hi...

Whores Make Great Wives Pt. 04

by erectus123 on Nov 21, 2017
BDSM

Pt. 4- FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES The Japanese Ambassador's Crimes {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experiences. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolate fi...

A Dream of Age & Beauty

by PennameWombat on Jan 8, 2019
Fetish

Copyright PennameWombat December 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actua...

Warrior Queen

by JayDiver on Apr 3, 2019
Novels and Novellas

I hope I'm not screwing up, I'm writing a much longer story that will go into a different category. In that story I created a character that fascinates me. But in the other story she has a relatively minor part. But I think she deserves further exploration and as a result this is a long story but all in one piece. Thus it's posting in Novels and Novelettes C...

LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 03

by Deckard Kincaid on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

When the car finally made its way up to the museum entrance, Michele was still splayed half naked on the back seat of the car, as Kincaid was slowly pulled her form fitting dress back down her body. When Michele was finally clothed, she tussled her long hair, after which she and Kincaid exited the car and said good-bye to Maurice, whom was scheduled to pick...

The Sister Ch. 05

by Horatio_Scot on Sep 12, 2017
Novels and Novellas

The few stars in the sky glittered like diamonds as I walked home. I could have called a cab, but it was a warm summer evening, and I needed to blow off some steam. Besides, the moon hung high and full in the sky, casting an ethereal glow around me; at least, it was when the occasional street lamp at the intersections didn't spoil it. I knew roughly where I...

Prickly Pairs

by Hypoxia on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants are aged 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's, who knows nothing about brazing. Your constructive comments are welcome. This is an entry in the 2014 Summer Lovin' contest. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE! * PRICKLY PAIRS * A prickly pear...

Emailing Coleen Again

by anglosextantyen4u on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Colleen, I ask you to sympathize, first. I don't know how to communicate without paraphrasing. And playing with myself now that at last I have all my clothes off. Before I go on with the wooing(which they say, at one point in Am His preceded the screwing) let me ask you flat out: What atrocities have you already been subjected to since you first got coined...

Tribe Clandestiny Ch. 25

by IslandCove on Jan 27, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Maja Lightning. I leafed through the papers, mostly mundane stuff. Orders for parts and quotas for taxation in goods. Each one was signed by Colin Masterson, Prime Minister. I wondered why they'd never returned after our confrontation with the government troops. Still, a year had passed and, in the highlands, we'd heard no more of the government. Charlie...

Oceans

by StangStar06 on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

As the dying light of another Saturday faded into oblivion, parents, devoted teachers and giggling school children began to head for the parking lot. The art fair I'd set up for my classes of elementary school children seemed to have been a rousing success. Since the fair had been my project, I suppose it was only to be expected for there to still be a crowd...