Benedict heard the knock at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone this late at night, but apparently, someone had still come to call upon him. He let out a groan as he rose, hoping that it wasn't Prince Drest's entourage come to ask for this silly thing or that. He was the Chancellor, not some servant that catered to the whim of everyone in the castle. He mad...
The next day I woke up mid-morning with a smile on my face. The events of the previous night felt like a movie I'd once seen but not quite believed. Did I really feel the hand of Veronique, a middle-aged but still beautiful supermodel, grabbing my crotch? Was I really rewarded with a kiss for an improvised short story by Isabelle, a gorgeous young heiress? D...
Freya Reynalda Idyl-Gliese was a survivor of several close calls. She was born in the United States, the daughter of two foreigners (to the US as well as each other's home country). Her father was Scandinavian and her mother was a mix of mostly south and Central American tribes who were there millennia before Cortez and Columbus and a small percentage Hispan...
Tara waited expectantly at the luggage carousel. The sign in her hand simply had "His" last name on it but it meant so much more to her. It was a sign of the weekend they had secretly planned for nearly a year. Coordinated, schemed, finagled and amazingly it was all about to come true. Not only was the week itself difficult to coordinate but "His" special re...
Julie left smiling, her body still floating. And if she was a little disappointed about her oral performance, at least she gave him her mouth to use and he used it. She had been there for his pleasure and that was what made it hot. It wasn't like she was some kind of blow job queen or something. By her own admission, it was something that she never really...
When Trish and Peter left on their trip to the small university town a couple of hundred miles from the mining site, they were going to be looking for Louise. The drive was eight hundred miles from Detroit to the town where Miles had lived. It took the best part of the day. Even in the big fancy sedan Trish furnished. Peter first found out about the big Li...
This tale is based on the short story "The New Accelerator", written in 1901 by H.G. Wells. Wells' characters and the basic scientific premise have been used here but in a much altered form. Much of Wells' literary output is available online, and it is well worth reading some of the lesser-known short stories. Though the style and language seems rather antiq...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
The ring had been given, my proposal accepted. The venue had been scheduled, caterers contracted, flowers arranged, and now it seemed all that was left was a series of unending checks flowing out of the accounts to pay for it all. The reality was there were so many small things to arrange. So we spent the weekends shopping and planning with the bridesmaids,...
A masked man jumped out of her closet and tried to overpower her. Getting into a fight in her own bedroom was the last thing she had expected after a late night session at the gym. But it was happening. Her nightmare had come true. The man had a syringe in hand, ready to inject her, but what the attacker didn't know was that Detective Catalina Rios was a le...