In spring of 1298 AD, the Abbey of Saint Gall rose to power of the village St.Gallen. The monastery with its church, dorm, and library rested at the head of the valley. A lovely stream passed the monastery on its way to the village of little houses. The houses were in all different shapes and periods facing every which way the builder had deemed best at the...
There is a certain type of girl out there. One who is pure, innocent and utterly sincere. While she appears deliciously sultry, she has never been seen without her clothes - not by a male. As a stunning, newly-developed eighteen year old, no man or boy has laid eyes upon the succulent tips of her soft, ripe boobs - her beautiful blossoms bursting forward fr...
When I woke up, Mr Charles was sitting in an armchair in a bathrobe, and his eyes lit up when I looked over at him. "You're awake! Come quickly, sweet girl, and look out over the city while the sun sets. It's so beautiful. I padded over, completely naked and blushing, and let Mr Charles stand behind me in the bay window, his hands on my bare shoulders as we...
Part Three Rani lay exhausted on her bed, the Japanese having left her - their paid time up. One of the clubs male staff had had to carry her back to her room as her legs had just given way, and now she gently massaged her sore breasts and nipples. Inside her head so many thoughts swirled round, but she allowed herself one small smile of satisfaction. Not...
Sleep would just not come. She lay in her bed staring at the ceiling. Occasionally, lights from a passing car on her small suburban street would illuminate the interior of her room, the ghostly light passing from just above the window to the space above her head, only to disappear as the car passed the house below. If she had a mechanical clock, such as t...
It turned out that the second tutorial with Professor Li was taking place in her home since she had taken the day off and it would have been inconvenient for her to travel to campus just for this one hour. Of course I didn't mind and was curious about her house, how it would look like, and also whether anyone else lived there, as well. I didn't see her wear...
NOTE: this is fiction. * It was damned beautiful, if anything. I was on the set of a new television series, named Life. We were filming our first episode on an island inhabited only by primitive native peoples and insects. Lots and lots of insects. I was beginning to feel sick of this place, after being here for the second week. Bad weather and filming mi...
Disclaimer: If gay or bisexual male/female sex turns you off, it would probably behoove you to skip this tale. There is a bit of incest and mild cross-dressing in here for good measure. It starts slow for series plot reasons, but gets warmer (hopefully you'll think so) before the end. Some things will make more sense if the previous chapters are read, but ex...
Four All Hallows Eve's had come and gone since Rustin Peace had began the experiments. It began with a thought, a desire really, to be someone he was not. He wanted to be seen as having daring bravado, the quick complement, the inviting smile, exuding humility and confidence, and passionate. He envisioned having this charm so intense that almost every woman...
Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. It all started on a typical LA evening. As usual, the guys were sitting around talking football, and the girls were left to entertain themselves. The main topic of male conversation was always ridiculing the never to be sufficiently damned...