I walked up to room 714, my girlfriend's dorm room, after spending the past five minutes convincing a girl outside that I was in no way a threat to anyone, or their things. After the two and a half hour drive I had just finished, I was exhausted and had barely been able to stay civil with the insufferably long winded girl; barely affected by the five hour en...
Cowritten by BrownCuriosity * * * * * "Whew! I can't believe this shit." Marilyn Walker, recent high school graduate, stared into the reflection in the bathroom mirror and breathed deeply, thinking to herself about her latest situation. Here, she was standing in the bathroom of the office of some city bureaucrat whose name and title escaped her at the mom...
PROLOGUE Gabbie is an amazing woman. We met on-line and shared our many desires through some highly erotic chats and some enchanting correspondence. We were on the same wavelength sexually, remarkably so, in fact. But all good things come to an end as real life trumps cyber life every time. Gabbie fell in love. We drifted apart And I was left me with fond a...
WE'RE ALL WHORES HERE... The sign as you enter my estate News reporter standing by the entrance to Whoreland... "It's called Whoreland. It's an estate that looks more like a small town. It's 100,000 plus acres up in the Hollywood Hills of hedonistic debauchery gone wild. Anything goes. Only one man rules this palace of perverted pleasure. And his name is...
The first sense to return for Jonathan Harker was his sense of smell, and he almost wished it hadn't. His reawakening nostrils sucked in a detestable mixture of mildew, stale rodent droppings and a pungent rusting smell. That odor stew jabbed into his cloudy brain and caused his eyes to sputter open, his heavy eyelids fluttering reluctantly as they did so. W...
NOTE: For those of you who have not been following this series, it's about 24 main characters that are all news anchors. They are doing video shoots and using select pictures in the shoot for two calendars. One calendar is of single and married anchors. The second calendar is of MILFS. The proceeds are going to their selected charities and each anchor gets t...
"Hello?" I answered my phone. "Hello, is that Nikki?" asked an accented voice on the other end of the phone. "Yes it is," I said, my heart skipping a beat. I didn't know many people with accents and if this was who I thought ... well, then, wow! "I don't know if you remember me Nikki, but I am Daniela." The words confirmed my suspicions and I was sure th...
I don't know which caught my attention first, the luxurious motor home, or the angelic face of the woman behind the wheel. I was sitting under the canopy of my 32 foot Dolphin in a KOA campground in Quartzite, Arizona working on a composition on my keyboard when she drove past my site. She looked toward me and smiled as she approached the empty spot next to...
Once I arrived back at the dorm from the Velvet Fist (WVC Ch.8), I checked my e-mails, but there was nothing. Disappointed, and at something of a loss as to what to do, I unsnapped the leather cock strap, stuffed it in the plastic bag, and dropped it in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Robyn had said I'd be notified, so I guessed learning to be patient was p...
As the curtains opened, and the sunshine streamed in through the windows, Sir Richard Deveres started to stir, wakening slowly from his deep sleep. He lay quietly, smiling softly, thinking to himself “Of course, it is Sunday, Serene is here for her weekly treatment.” Serene was Reggie’s (as his friends knew him) submissive, who lived at the great hall with...