Bill sat at his desk, god he was tired, this job was shit but he wanted to eat so he kept at it. Old, he felt so old he was surprised he made it in every day. After all what did he have left to look forward to? Go home to his cat; eat a cold dinner that was leftover from the night before. Just once he wished he had something different in his life at least a...
Authors Note, This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is the fourth part however it should be able to be read as a stand alone story. Big thanks go out to Sanidia for edit...
The White Duck Charlotte bolted upright in her bed, gasping for breath. Her eyes darted around the dark room. For a few minutes, she wasn’t sure where she was, or why she felt so terrified. This can’t be happening again, she thought as her mind began to reassemble some sort of order. She laid back down and put her hand on her chest. Her heart was beating...
This chapter takes place in the immediate aftermath of Chapter 12. This chapter is to "make up" for the previous plot-advancing chapter. This is also "my solution" for Marcos. Cheers! ****************** Marcos knew something was bothering his brother, but he didn't know what exactly. Stuart had been moody many times before, but this was something different...
My name is Brenda and I am a fat chick. I admit it. Some women don't like to hear it and they've got negative imagery associated with that word. I don't. I accept myself just the way I am. I'm going to shock you people by being honest about myself and about my sex life. I stand five feet eleven inches tall and I weigh exactly two hundred and thirty pounds. I...
The door opened even before I could knock, leading me to the conclusion that, the mistress of the house had been watching us all along. The 'maid' ushered us along the hallway and into a large room at the rear of the house. Irena, the lovely Contessa and the owner of the large 'Town House' that we were now in, greeted us with a big smile, kissing me on each...
It was usually the cold air that woke him up, and if not that then a hot body grinding against him. If he was lucky, it would be Mary Jane; at least then he didn't feel guilty. However, it rarely was her, and when it was Black Cat would be watching nearby, mocking the red head's "poor performance" and pulling her off so she could finish the job herself. Spi...
Ellie felt so good about her success in the escort business that she decided to call home. Her mother answered on the second ring. "Hello?" "Mom?" "Ellie ... is that you?" "Yes." "My god, Ellie, is it really you? I thought..." "I'm fine, Mom, really, I'm fine." "Where are you?" "At the moment I'm in Atlanta, but I'm headed to the airport." "Where .....
The other day, I opened our swinger page to see that a young girl, 26, had checked out our profile. Now I'm 71 and my wife is 70. Her profile said she was single and looking for fun. She really didn't have a lot of information on her page. She had only been a member for a couple of months and it showed she lived about 38 miles north of us. Her profile pictur...
Irene was lying on the desk of the office in an abandoned warehouse, ball gagged and with her hands tied behind her back. The client picked up some more rope and went on to tie Irene's legs together. He started above her knees, circling her legs with the white rope and finally making a loop between her thighs, forcing her legs even more together. When he was...