It was Monday morning. I arrived at my rented South London office space just after ten in the morning. One of the perks of being self-employed is that there's no one to give you a bollocking if you turn up late. Business had been a little slow lately, and I only had a little bit of filing, and to chase up a few outstanding payments I was owed. I'm a private...
Sorry for the long delay in chapters; lots going on. If you haven't read the previous two chapters I suggest doing so for context. Also, if you do not like interracial stories or cheating wives, you probably shouldn't read any further. While feedback, including critical, is welcome, I will delete anything that is racist or just angry about the themes I list...
Prologue To Hell Time is a linear sort of thing, but it's not smooth or level. Like a meandering river it has peaks and valleys. If one looks close enough it has something else that makes it amazing. It has bubbles, or rather it seems to be made up of bubbles. Large, small, nestled against and within one another, they cluster together like so many random th...
Hi all. I've taken on requests from some readers and this series has gone more extreme, so be warned - this has scat that goes all the way! As ever, everyone is willing and an adult, etc. Time changes things, that's a fact. Last week Naomi Green had celebrated her 23rd birthday and, a couple of days later, the six-month anniversary of her moving in with...
Chapter 8 - Sherry's Diary: Wilder Night Out Author's note: I've been working on this story for a looong time. The first part put to paper (yes, paper) was chapter two, which grew out of a real entry in my diary. Soon after, I began typing chapter one into an old laptop at a local coffee shop, enjoying the thrill of typing an explicit erotic story while sur...
Note from Slick: How many of you have played the game SORRY? Those of you who have know that it is a game of revenge and can get downright nasty at times. This story is about a nasty SORRY game but not the kind of nasty you might expect. If you've never played SORRY before then do a SORRY GAME RULES search. I hope you enjoy it. All rights reserved. SORRY...
As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing. Chapter 8 - DAY FIVE: FURTHER...
Simone's 'Pretty Barista' moment inspired her favourite movie fantasy. But never in her wildest dreams did Simone think she would be a high-priced escort. Even Simone's harmless naughty streak wouldn't venture that far. That was until she discovery her new doctor's sexual therapy and how the Practice can turn any Guest's fantasy into reality. Every session...
It was an easy road to drive and Bradley Rogers, Brad to his family and friends, was relaxed and comfortable behind the wheel. The air-conditioner was flooding the vehicle's interior with cold air to keep the hot Texas afternoon at bay, the wheels were rumbling a steady rhythm on the macadam...and he was alone with his bride of only twelve months. He and Ash...
Foreword Wassup, wassup. Hey, this shit is supposed to make you laugh, so don't get pissed, alright? You want some story about a white house wife dropping to her knees in front of some 2,3 meter tall, bald headed, Mr. Olympia type of black dude and worshipping some 12" black cock, I suggest you don't read any further. Try Jordon Lynn's "Faith Debased" or so...