It was almost Sunset and I was doing a load of dishes when I heard the knock at my door. "Fuck," I muttered to my empty kitchen, my arms covered up to my elbows in soap and dishwater as I exhaled and blew little bubbles everywhere, crying out to whoever it was at my door, "Just a minute...!" I could have swore I heard another timid knock at my door as I sh...
I've finally completed the story...! I decided to split this final part in two to make the editing easier (part two to come very soon – you can take that as my oath!). I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading Lara stared around the dark room. Though there was little light – a mere highlight from the moon outside – she could see enough. A large, cano...
I had never known until that night what people meant when they talk about having their "heart in their throat". My neighbor's little pickup took the hospital exit off the freeway faster than I knew was possible. Fortunately there was little traffic in general, and no cars at all on the exit ramp. It was not my neighbor's driving that had my throat constricti...
Chapter 4 - Rich Guy, Poor Girl Combinations Amber had bought an expensive designer roll-on suitcase that she'd packed for the weekend. As usual, she was dressed to the nines, this time in a little black dress that showed a lot of sexy thigh, five-inch heels that telegraphed 'come fuck me', an obvious lack of under garments that made any male figuring out t...
Where Chelsea is introduced into a totally new social setting as a debutante, with bruising results Chelsea was overwhelmed as Onna took her to her room. She could still taste Sir Douglas's semen mixed with Onna's essences over her lips and tongue in an oily film that filled her palate with the taste and aroma of pure and unadulterated lust. Her head was s...
All characters are 18 years old or older. This work is in honor of both Veteran's Day and the U.S.A.'s withdrawal of its last combat troops from Afghanistan, who arrived back home a couple of weeks ago. ----------------- The first step off the airplane was a doozy. Not because it was steep, or because it had been a twelve hour flight. No. It was because...
Part 1 I woke up with my arm laying across Jess's tanned stomach. During the night we must have thrown off the blankets, because we were now laying on the hide-away bed without anything to cover our nakedness. I was on my side with my leg over one of Jess's, and Jess was on her back, legs apart. I lay there for a moment, gently pulling her blond hair out of...
NOTE: I've been a fan of George Tasker's pulpy, over-the-top styled stories. He's kindly given me permission to write a story set in one of his universes, using his Agent Hooter and Agent Slut characters. The gist of the below story came to me in a dream and I felt obliged to write it and flesh it out. But this quick two-parter isn't slowing me down from com...
This story can be seen as a sequel to my recently published story, The Smoker. However, it can be read on its own if you have not, or do not want to, read the previous story. The Smoker received a mixed reaction. I am grateful for the encouragement I received, both online and off line, for the story The Smoker. In this story, Mary kicks the habit, and some o...
These are the final chapters and epilogue to "My Long Affair": Chapter XII Friday morning finally arrived, and it was a warm, sunny, glorious summer day. I had postponed my big plans for David and me until today. David's wife was still away in Tokyo (until Tuesday morning) and, although he had been living with me for the past six days, David had agreed to...