So here it is with some added corrections. I still don't have the name of my editor, so I'm yet to give her credit. Get popcorn and background music. Hope you enjoy. *** '...' = thoughts. "...." = spoken sentences. *** "Connor, table thirty-four. Hop to it!" 'Should've seen that coming.' A young man with hazel eyes looked up from the empt...
I know this one is long, but the way the plot wove into original sexual situations kept me writing. I hope you enjoy. ***** Chapter 1: The Arraignment "Would you look at her?" I took a sip of my champagne and looked at my friend incredulously. We were in a banquet hall with probably 300 other people. We were all wearing formal wear, and there were more t...
How a trophy wife finds happiness & orgasms story (sort of). (c) 2017-2019 All Rights Reserved. This written work is Not Safe For Work! You have been warned. Fictional Disclaimer: i. This is a work of fiction. This work is intended for adult audiences above the age of 18. It is prohibited to provide access to any portion or entirety of this work or any...
Sam reached down and turned off the motor of the car. Reaching for his camera, Sam moved over to the passenger seat, screwing the camera onto the window mount to steady it. If the camera was needed it could be placed on the window with ease. Moving back to the driver side of the car, he picked up a magazine and started reading it. Remembering the days, h...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Annette Young lazily scratched her flabby buttock while waiting for Gordon Ziegler to finish the joint they'd been sharing. She laughed at him as he suddenly sputtered and coughed harshly, the acrid marijuana smoke coming out of his mouth and...
A New York City Apartment Marla D. Deering, born Marla Darling Dexter, was bored. She slumped in the luxuriously over-stuffed chair and frowned at her loneliness. Her life had gone from an exciting and liberating string of clubs and one night stands to endless days at home and one familiar "stand" per week. Her old friends never called and she longed for th...
By Samantha Cannock AKA Sammi and Sammican 1 This is about how I moved from posing in front of the camera to photographing from behind it. The undercurrents, though, are the same. Exhibitionism, voyeurism and simply extreme sexual sensations brought about by posing. * Chapter 1 "Turn away from me and look over your shoulder." "Unclip your bra, let...
Nick Hollister drove his ancient Caprice Classic down the desert highway, having left his world behind only a few hours earlier. The radio was broken, and he lost himself in the reverie of the road. It was after nine, and the wind pulled the car as if to tear it from the highway and toss it into the desert. When he saw the sign announcing a rest stop, Nick...
Author's note: This could go into a number of categories. It seemed to me that First Time was probably the best fit of any of them. As always, your feedback and constructive criticism are appreciated. ***** Peter Jacobson was sitting at the dining table, slowly scooping cereal into his mouth. High school ended the week previous and now he was faced with an...
Mrs. Jackson sighed heavily, her chest heaving as she drove towards the Oak Park Mall. The beautiful wife glanced over at her old neighbor Phil Dorman who was sunk in the passenger seat, wearing his baggy cargo shorts and a black t-shirt. His yellow toenails stuck out grotesquely in his worn sandals. Cringing, Katie turned her attention back to the road. The...