There must have been over 300 people packed into that room and I struggled to secure an unobstructed position for myself amidst the self-absorbed, rowdy group. I noticed with some consternation that most of these women had been drinking and didn't seem to care one bit as they bumped into me, other people, and various pieces of furniture in their attempt to g...
The sun was high and hot, its light glittering on the surface of the Atlantic and beating down on the cigarette boat cutting through the low waves, piloted by a wizened Brazilian man in a tattered Parrotthead shirt. Inside the boat's cramped cabin David Mercer tapped away at his laptop. It was the same book he always worked on when he was idle, writing, chan...
Note: This story is my attempt at a pulp style adventure story. It features a larger than life heroine and her female Irish sidekick. It's a little different from my usual stories, but it does contain the hardcore sex scenes (and a lot of them) one would expect from a Stormbringer story. The story is ten chapters long, with the heavy sex scenes in chapters 4...
I'd known Tamara for several months. She was a half-black, half-Japanese woman of 32. The only thing we had in common was, quite honestly, nothing but sex. She called me one Saturday afternoon and asked if I was still coming over that night. "Sure," I replied, "I'd never stand up the fuck of the century." Then she asked if I'd mind if a friend of hers joined...
One Summer's day I watched through my bay window as the removal men unloaded their van and took all the boxes, white goods and other possessions up the concrete steps that led to the door of the first floor flat next door. The final item that they carried up the steps was a large clothes rail that was bustling with girly garments, many dresses and several co...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm) *** I was given the following address by Mr. Maynard's secretary and arrived there promptly at half past tw...
We were on our way to the airport for a relaxing week in the sun when Sarah turned to me and said "I'll tell you what? For the next week you can have as many orgasms as you can handle." Now, without some context that statement sounds a little strange so I should explain that for the major part of the last year, Sarah had been keeping me in chastity. She c...
The Female is Deadlier than the Male Joe was just that, an average sort of Joe. No pretensions, hard working, not given much to thinking, and when he did think, it was mostly with what was in his trousers rather than what was between his ears. He woke up that morning feeling randy. But then he usually did. Patti was unresponsive. "Oh, come on Joe, not now...
Tom Anderson reached up to adjust the rear-view mirror of his sedan, looking at its reflection of the back seat. There was Sloan, his eighteen year old hand-job whore, jerking off one of her fellow students. They were parked at a playground just a block from Sloan's high-school, where they had come to earn some quick cash before her classes started. "You've...
"Rick?" "Yeah hun? What's up?" he answered, in the most masculine way possible. It could only have had credibility if he was not fully dressed as a female. But his eyes never left the TV screen, a sure sign of his piggish maleness. Diane sighed. "Rick, we need to talk. Now." He glanced furtively at her and then resumed watching the game. "Only three minut...