A Kellog Serial "Every girl wants her prom night to be special," Cindy began, speaking directly into her brand new digital videocamera. "And I'm no different than any other girl," she continued, moving behind the camera and positioning it so that it pointed at the mirror on top of her makeup table. The image wiggled and wobbled as Cindy centered the camer...
Warnings: this flight of fancy includes racial stereotypes, objectification of a woman, and a variety of bodily fluids. ***** It was a bit of a rush to get ready and meet Tyrone on time. Once Tahrima had dropped her little boy off at school she had just two hours to stop by the chemists' and return home to shave her pussy, take a quick enema, do her make...
Mike invited me to spend a couple of months at his parents place over the Summer Break, far up north in the remote Scottish highlands; I had nowhere to go, and nothing else to do, and I'd never been to Scotland, so I gratefully accepted. We were class mates at Imperial College London, both third year students majoring in mechanical Engineering. Our studies...
In Which Innocence is embraced by Religious Faith and found in a Convent; the virtues of Faith, Hope and Charity are also revealed and Charity finds her natural place; Purity is found in the spiritual home of Faith but lives outside its confines. The Convent of St Mary Magdalene the Prostitute was situated a long way from any town or city and surrounded by...
Sherry had warmed up to the point that she was now strutting her stuff and rocking the male audience at the strip club. She was throwing back her long red hair, and every part of her gorgeous, round-in-all-the-right-places body was moving suggestively to the musical rhythms blaring out from the club's sound system. The audience was out of their chairs and br...
(This is a revision of the original story published on 7/28/14. With the help of my editor 'larryinseattle' many of the story-line and grammatical errors have been removed to make it a much easier read. To those who read the original version "Thank You." For those who're reading it for the first time, "Enjoy.") * Peter rolled over in bed, the numbers '2:47...
Shelly looked around at the disorganized mess that was her new home. There were boxes everywhere, some opened, some empty, still others untouched. Wadded newspaper wrappings were scattered across the floor of every room. Unpacked stuff was strewn everywhere, only a small fraction of it even in the correct room. She sighed, overwhelmed by the disorganized clu...
Episode 2: Melissa I love crystal glasses. The sound of crisp clear ice cubes ringing into a tall, heavy-bottomed cut-glass tumbler is as sensuous as nylon-covered legs whispering against each other. The feeling is rendered even more delightful on a sunny Saturday afternoon fresh from a round of golf. The pristine sound of ice dropping into a glass on this...
Part 6 — Both together It was rather pleasant to step from the train carriage at her station and find both 'her boys' getting off the same train; she greeted both and, as they were all living in the same block of flats, naturally they walked back home together. It has been a funny old day weather wise, starting fine with a clear blue autumn sky and the pro...
Like a carefully-planned military operation, the play for the lot started with stealth. The word on the street was that the hotel was about to go into bankruptcy if it couldn't be sold. The owners were desperate. Nuszsaecker wanted to low-ball the owners and get the hotel on the cheap. Deidre, knowing it would be paid for with Nuszsaecker's money, pushed giv...