Disclaimer: All living and artificial characters, places and companies are figment of the author's imagination. Unfortunately you cannot order a doll from 'Fooka Fikka Pichka' Inc. Note the tongue? It is firmly planted in cheek. ©2010 Wolffwerks "Please fuck the shoe slut Sir or Ma'am! I am Dr. Bane's Pichka and I would love to take you to the Night of t...
Thank you to my excellent editor. * I looked across the table at the thirty-something Korean woman sitting with me. Her name was Mee-Yon but she went by May. She was more than pretty with the classic Korean look. Her eyes were beautiful with a gentle slant and deep brown color that drew you in and made you never want to look away. Her hair, styled in a sh...
Day Five: I watched Emily from behind as we wandered the fields in the late afternoon. We'd left the woods behind us about five miles after we'd left the farm house and we were now walking along in open fields full of wheat that had never been harvested. It was pretty good cover from the road which was only about a hundred yards to our left. Emily wore a r...
Note: To get to the good stuff in this story, you have to go through a little bit of fluff, as with most of my stories. Trust me, it's well worth it. More coming soon! Open Season Another beautiful mountain day in Montana. I had decided to come up again for deer season. I had spent enough money getting my out of state license for elk season, I figured I s...
This work is copyrighted to the author and the Unfaithful Wife Organisation © 2003. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. * * * * * Authors Note: Kelly discovers that being unfaithful isn't that easy and that there are prices to pay. Bad News, Shane Again, Capta...
“I wonder if wearing an angel’s halo all year would keep me off of Santa’s naughty list.” I thought to myself, as I fidgeted with the tassels on my leopard print scarf. The twinkling of red, green and white Christmas lights from the neighborhood, brightened the dark cold night. The flashing blue light on the policeman’s cruiser overpowered the effects. Spe...
This story is copyright 2006 by Adam Gunn. All rights reserved. * I'm winded, but I know Christie will keep going. I wave her on, and she trots down the firm sand of the Carolina beach. We've played this game all week, and I know she'll go on another quarter mile while I rest up, then turn around and together we'll race back to our starting point. I watch...
NOTE: This is a fantasy intended for the entertainment of adults. "I was home from college...and I saw her at one of the local bars," said Moe. "She was at least thirty -- maybe even forty. She had on real tight jeans and what looked from the back like one of those low-cut peasant blouses that were popular a while ago. Picking out a Chuck Berry song on the...
CHAPTER 1 Eddie Carter had been working for Gilmore Home Decorators in Crawley, England, for three weeks and during that time had been painting commercial premises - a paint store, gymnasium, bicycle shop and bakery. The Australian preferred painting homes where there was always the chance of the woman of the house providing coffee and freshly-buttered sco...
Chapter Three: An Introduction to the South Seas A continuing story of depravity, dominance, submission, and erotica. Okay, thrown in are the occasional references to world locations, traditions of the sea, and sailing terminology. After all, it's just a travelogue, there is no intent to create prurient interest. And I'm a wholesome boy without a dirty mind...