I'm out at a club on a Saturday night when I see you – looking lovely standing there in a short green skirt and a white lace blouse, your legs shown off to great effect by a pair of pumps. From the way the light shines off your beautiful tan I can tell you aren't wearing any stockings or hose underneath. After we trade a few glances and smiles I pick up my b...
Please feel free to read previous chapters – the following story will engage you much more if you do, although if you haven't the time, then this will stand alone as a good read, I hope. ---------------------------------------- Inside, after getting home, I got on the phone to Karl. I didn't know what I was going to say, I only knew that I really didn't wa...
I wanted to do something extra special for my wife for Valentine's Day, and I knew just what to get her. A couple of months ago, our next-door neighbors moved away. We had been very close to them and we were extremely upset to see them move. The husband's job forced him to move halfway across the country, so they had no choice. When we had moved into our hou...
Author's note: this is an expansion of my previous story, "a Snippet from a Threesome". Male bisexuality is involved heavily, so if you're not interested, be warned. Feedback is welcome. However, it would be great if one was constructive in their criticism instead of just ranting about the tiniest bits. ***** I sighed heavily over my cup of rich Colombian...
19 year old Chandra walked through the dark graveyard. Even though it was a warm summer night, she shivered. She had always hated graveyards. In the past 2 years that she had been a vampire slayer, she had gotten used to spending her nights in them, but she still didn't like them. Chandra had lost count of the number of vampires she had sent to the hereafte...
This story includes non-consensual sex. If that bothers you, please skip this. Desperado, song by Glenn Frey and Don Henley of The Eagles ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kent It was a slightly gloomy spring day, just a bit chilly and overcast. Kent wandered down the strip mall, not that he wanted to buy anything, but he was tired of sitting alone in his apartm...
THIS IS A FUCK PARODY... IT AIN'T REAL PLAYA MY FAMILY IN THIS STORY : MY COUSIN ERIN ANDREWS (HERSELF) Midtown Manhattan, New York 2:30 pm "Yeah whore take those cocks... you wanna be one of my hoes... you gotta be down for the fuck and suck parade baby! FUCK HER DAMN MOUTH DUDE! Nut in it!" Some clients... and myself... were running a train on ESPN's...
Chapter Eight: Pixie Abigail blinked awake. Wind was hitting her in the face like tiny needles, and it roused her from what felt like a deep hibernation. That was when she realized she was in strong arms and no where near the ground. She gasped as she clasped her arms around the neck of Constantine. "What are you doing?" she shrieked. "I'm following order...
Every ranch had its own legends and tales. They were exciting and terrifying stories that were told around campfires or in darkened bunkhouses, and represented the union of local myths and deep, primal fears. They told of outlaws and gunmen that were killed in horrible ways and, refusing to go quietly into the dark embrace of death, were doomed to wander the...
As I sat there looking into the mirror reminiscing of my younger years when I had a full head of hair, I now see a man with a receding hairline. My wife Amy who said she would love me no matter how I looked, started expressing that something was missing in her life. I met Amy in college she was a gorgeous brunette with perky tits and a curvaceous body that...