Gemma laid out the toys on the table of the hotel room; feather ticklers, massage oil, a whip, an anal vibe, lube and condoms. She checked the clock on the bedside table. Still about 10 minutes until she had to leave. The nerves were starting to kick in now as the scenario she had been thinking about for so long was about to become reality. Her husband...
Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere. Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * "When I first tell them about you, I will refer to you as my friend," said Lei. "I'm proud to be your lover, but we can't afford to antagonise them too much from the very start. Once they get us...
I have always enjoyed overnight business trips but am not quite sure why. For some reason I enjoy spending the night in a hotel, eating dinner in a strange place, having a drink in a bar I do not know, and even using the tiny dwarf-like soaps and shampoo. For some people, being alone in a foreign environment is boring or even terrifying, not me. Thus, there...
In the Stygian night the growing sound of a whirring tick; like a struggling clock hand, fell on deaf ears. Presley and her handmaiden Gloria, were asleep in the small, Victorian house and a plain wooden clock on the mantle in the living room read almost one in the morning, that magical hour when the world seems most still. On the untouched table in that sam...
Jim's eyes watched as she slid slowly onto a barstool. Dressed in tight black pants and almost too tight red shirt, she was capturing the attention of quite a few men around the bar. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, wisps of hair hanging loose near her face. He finished serving drinks to another couple and wandered down towards her. Her fac...
All names, places and events in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is totally coincidental. This story is a humorous fantasy, written some years back and with some references to certain women's names which may mean something to the Clintonic era of scandal archivists. * So these three kings arrived at this une...
In a large room of an artist's studio, somewhere lost within one of the many suburbs of Kyoto, a boy watched an older woman, red paint up to her elbows, in the act of crimsoning a succubus. The studio looked out on the courtyard which the building itself was built around. The sun, at that moment overhead, blazed down upon the mossy wet vines that clung to t...
Marlene was just the first of many. Apparently she told some of the others that I had stopped seeing about how she had gotten me to do her and I started hearing from them and getting the same threat from them that I had gotten from Marlene only more so. Tina threatened me with Marlene's husband Hal. Veronica threatened me with Tina's husband. Merrily threate...
Forward If you have not read my "Harmless Flirting" story already, I strongly recommended that you do so, BEFORE reading any of the three endings. I was very torn over how to end this one so I decided to offer a variety. I will be interested in the acceptance of each ending and am uploading them one at a time to allow the reader to digest an ending before r...
I awake with a startle when I feel something crawl across my bare skin. Letting out a strangled yelp, I sit up completely, scurrying back against the peeling white paint of the apartment wall, and throw away my moth-eaten blanket. In the dim light of the single browning, guttering lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, finding the culprit is difficult but possi...