This is the eleventh installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude VIII, Lillian ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest g...
This story is one of the Tales from The Shack, and is posted In LW to keep it with the others. This works fine as a standalone, though it precedes "Gun Gun Teddy Bear." I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and PCB for editing and beta reading, and to Luedon for Australian slang ass...
Chapter 3 It was the first day after vacation, and everyone was following his or her morning routine. Angel and I were trying to figure out how we would survive the day without each other. "The tutor will be here at eight, and he'll be home-schooling you for a few months while we figure out where you can go for a real education," I said as I pulled on m...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the fifth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief -- you could call him a pimp in other circumstances -- of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can st...
Chapter 1. SUSSEX POSSESSION The roast chicken is still raw in the middle and the tall, thin, elderly bewigged Judge, red of face and with a hooked beak for a nose, pushes the pewter plate away from him in disgust. Summoned hotfoot to Whitehall from the Quarterly Assizes in Bristol at Michaelmas 1688, he found the Privy Council were not yet ready for him, a...
Author's Note: This is my first venture in the Non-Human category and more specifically, inter-species symbiotic romance. Constructive comments and suggestions are always welcomed. All characters are purely fictitious. Please enjoy the telling.et ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I hunger. That all-pervasive craving shapes my very being. And when I am consumed like this, I must s...
Author's note: Though this story is part of a series devoted to my wife, **This is a stand-alone story** and is the first half of an epic tale. My wife wrote the portion about the Statue Room, which was very eye-opening for me and added a whole new paradigm to our sex life IRL. She also described each of the participants in Room VI per her real-life fantasi...
Beyonce Knowles sighed impatiently as she finally heard a knock at her hotel room door. Opening it she scowled and said, "You're late." "I'm sorry my Black Mistress." Scarlett Johansson quickly replied, preparing to list off her reasons before she was cut off. "You will be." Beyonce said bluntly, standing aside to allow the actress to enter. Hesitating on...
Tuesday Afternoon He was about forty, forty five years old, very tall, almost gaunt, and not very well groomed. The man was, in fact, slothful looking in a peculiar, potbellied sort of way, and was wearing greasily tattered green chinos and an old, untucked plaid short-sleeved shirt. His sneakers were foul looking, and probably even fouler smelling, Officer...
This rather long tale is a mingling of two essentially true stories with a large dollop of imagination thrown in on top. Despite this there are many who will not care for the content due to the definite cuckoldry theme, some gay male sexual activity (mainly oral) and a very unpleasant dominant male. However, those who persevere might find redeeming features...