A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
It took close to an hour to get the hair ready. Every morning. I always had to take a shower - most girls didn't wake up each and every day with cum in their hair. Shampoo and oceans of conditioner. I only went to the salon once or twice a week. Most days I'd have one of my 'sisters' help me blow dry it, usually Anong. If they were too busy, though, it took...
This is a story viewed from 2 vintage points, JJ a dominant master and Tom, the male half of a couple of would-be slaves. JJ I was invited to a party by one of my suppliers, this Saturday afternoon. The weather was great and everybody congregated in the garden around the swimming pool. Many people actually were in the pool, but I did not have my swimming t...
Lorelei and Me The Beginning I met Lorelei Jones in a rather strange and bizarre way. By happenstance I was about three hundred yards behind her Mercedes sports car driving down one of the many country roads around our small Wisconsin town. I had delivered some feed and supplies to a local farm from my families feed and tack store and was on my way back. T...
Jean Pierre Lemoine was an artist. His magic moved the needle through the subcutaneous tissue with surgical precision, which was no great surprise to anyone that knew him, as he did have two years of surgical residency under his belt. The surgical scars will be less noticeable than if a plastic surgeon had been over them to hide them, despite being located i...
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(c) 2009 by Thrillerauthor When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchan...
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EROTIC DVD FILM REVIEWS 2016 edition Hi all you erotic film lovers. This is NOT a review of hard core porn films and videos. It is review of a collection of full length feature films that concern sexual or erotic themes that have been on general release or made for TV, all of which are now available on DVD. These films are suitable for adults over the age...
He was something of an enigma, when we were younger. When we first met. Maybe because he wasn't the typical kid next door. Maybe, too, because as soon as you met Dalton Rand you knew there was something about him worth knowing, something almost bigger than life. I say that because there seemed to me to be an inextricable connection between the Dalton Rand...