Professor Andersen was a short, stout man who's salt and pepper hair had fled from the top of his head. His cheeks were round and slightly pink and his nose rather too large for his face. In his tweed jacket, anyone who looked at him might have guessed he was a professor. No one would have ever guessed he was an artist. "Now, if you'll turn to page three of...
The Learjet landed at Philadelphia International Airport and taxied to a private terminal. They wouldn't need to deal with security there, and could have some privacy. It was also the only way they were ever going to get all their weaponry to travel with them wherever they flew. It was so convenient to own your own air transportation! Try explaining to the T...
Author's Note: So it's been a long time since I last posted. This story began in 2015, was edited by GaiusPetronius through the first half or more, and recently, I finished it and have self-edited the last bit. Hopefully it still flows. Any errors are, of course, mine. All characters engaged in sexual acts are, as always, over the age of 18. Anything i...
The clanging of steel and the cheering of the crowd still rang in your ears, as you made your way out of the banquet hall. The days tournament had been an exciting one that would be talked about for weeks to come, and the meal afterwards matched it in it's splendor. You had managed to talk your mother into letting you go for an evening ride alone. You wanted...
Part 3 - The Morning After -------- Dana had a wonderful dream. She floated to her hometown on a soft cloud of purple flowers. Her mother welcomed her home, brimming with pride. When she arrived on her old familiar streets, the entire town was there to greet her like an avenging hero. They had a parade for her, she was treated like royalty and her beauty w...
The day at the office has been long and stressful, everyone wanting something now and nobody willing to wait. I left the office 2 hours late finally walking to my car in a dark parking lot. Getting in and locking the doors I look down on the seat next to me and there sitting alone is a beautiful deep purple envelope. There is no writing on the front of the e...
Thank you once more to the wonderful EmmaKendrick01 for offering her thoughts on this chapter! ***** "Princess, I need to ask you something." "Ask away." "Last night, did you really enjoy not being fucked? Baltar would've done it; you could have just let it happen. I remember with Brand and Brash you didn't want them to fuck you because you knew they...
This is Part Three of a three-part story. ***** He opened his front door, tossed his keys in the ceramic bowl that sat atop the console table and, laboring past it, collapsed on the couch. He was dog-tired, and his shoulder hurt. He'd just come from baseball. It was the first day of the spring season, and he'd thrown batting practice for over an hour....
BDSM -- Young black woman seeks older white master [Author's notes: Warning! This is a BDSM sex story. There are strong Dominance and Submission themes in this story. There are strong interracial themes in this story. This story has substantial male/female and female/female sexual contact. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the pe...
This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination, although this story should have enough facts for you...