"So, Heinrich," the pistol-wielding woman in front of me said as I followed her down the forest path, watching her ass move nicely under her tight skirt, "Looks like you have a pretty good setup here. You grow the dope, get some hippie sluts to tend it for you, and get your dick sucked whenever you want!" The slick-haired guy behind me sniggered, and I loo...
Of course, there was no one in her hometown she could relate to, let alone her few friends. So she bottled up all her urges and feelings during the day and, at night, alone in her apartment, she suffered the anguish of yearning. There were occasional times when the frustration boiled over into anger. There were other times when she cried. And there were man...
I'm bored. It's Friday night of a weekend of apartment sitting and already I'm climbing the walls, the fact I haven't heard a peep from you all evening isn't helping. I stand looking out the full length window, not really seeing anything of the city beyond, my thoughts consumed by you, wondering where you are and if you're missing me as much as I'm missing...
Frank was a bit above average guy in every department, looks, fitness, dress, manners and so on. At 29, almost six feet, 175 lbs, he was recently divorced, his wife having had a fling with his (ex) best mate. He was taking a break from the necessary reorganisation of his life on a ten day cruise. Having just left the departure port, Frank was circumnavigat...
Nurse Patton stares at me for a while, her arms crossed, just a grim look on her face. Me, I'm relaxed. I grin back at her. She unbuckles me, "harrumphing" all the time, tsking, then stalks over to the dreary looking dresser, pulls out a nightie, throws it on me, tells me to "wear it!" and stomps out. I grin at the closed door and wad up the nightie and thro...
Sunday afternoon I stepped through the back door and through the kitchen, towards Roxy's voice. Peering through the mask's eye holes, I gradually made out a group of people sitting in chairs with their backs to me. I counted four couples; two maybe in their late 20s and two older, probably in their 40s. One young woman, about my age, sat off by herself, and...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
The morning sun was already hot as I emerged, bleary eyed, from the motel room and faced the day. It was going to be a long one, I knew. A vast tract of parched desert stretched almost endlessly between us and the more welcoming coast - our final destination. I could hear my wife, Christine, busy inside the room, packing the few items that we had used for th...
Jack Muncie was 54, a traveling salesman, divorced twice, no kids. Make that - a successful traveling salesman. Very. For the past two years, his territory had increased, and so had his sales. His demonstrations of computer set-ups for offices was his strength. "Don't know how you do it, Jack!" said his boss cheerfully, smacking him on the back. "But keep...
This story is based on actual events although poetic licence has been used to enhance it. What is true is that the story is written to order. I have been told to ask for both your votes and your comments, dependent upon which will be reward or punishment for the author. If you enjoy it, please be generous. If you do not like it please display your generosity...