Evening of Day 1 Sammie awoke to the familiar feeling of strong arms wrapped around her and a hard cock pressed into her tummy. She slowly opened her eyes to find herself entangled with Oz, who was fast asleep. Panic hit her, she loved this feeling too much to stay like this. It felt so right but she didn't want it, not with Oz! She moved away slightly and...
The rush I get from teasing cocks is something that I discovered many years ago. I was blessed with great legs, a tight, voluptuous body, blonde hair, and green eyes that can usually make any guy do what I want him to. I have used these gifts to get out of trouble and to torture countless victims ranging from boys at school to a few male teachers and to even...
Prologue: King Hill Main Street had clearly seen better days, but were nowadays really so bad? Ronnie McBayne thought this to himself strode casually down the street. On his left, a handful of mostly modest homes, mere cottages you would say, stood surrounded by well-manicured lawns. People made and effort to keep up appearances and maintain some sense of...
Carolyn "Lynnie" Spitz was a great probation officer. She had several degrees in sociology and psychology, unlike the others, and was now head of the department. But...something had happened. Lynnie had become masochistically obsessed with one of her clients, the 20-year-old Guadalupe , an incorrigible thug. A Mexican-American bleached-blonde social proble...
Readers would get a greater appreciation of the context of the story and its events by reading Parts 1 to 3 inclusive. Sex, intrigue, duplicity, serious money and the end justifies the means approach to business centre what is out there in the world of big corporate takeovers. The takeover of X co Ltd was happening outside the public forum. Information was...
'Tyson, an Alsatian who was once the family's pride, now neglected, roaming where he can to scavenge enough food to survive. The rage burning inside him as he sits quietly in the shadows, hearing the human's muffled screams as the other moves behind her. Sniffing the air, he smells the fear. Something deep inside him senses danger, but with the 'disease' tak...
Hey, remember when we used to actually have sex? Yeah, me neither. I can't believe it's actually been a year since the last time. Of course, the last time wasn't all that spectacular with you being drunk and all. So, I guess it's really been about 18 months. But, who's counting? I know you're old. You remind me of that just about every day. But, I have a...
In 1958 Bess Armstrong was 18 years old. She lived in a small town in the mid-west. It was one of those towns that had one of everything, one police station, one main street, one library, one public school, the type of place where nothing really happens and life seems stalled in a mundane limbo. Bess really hated it there, she felt like she just didn't fit i...
This is the last chapter of a story that I first posted in 2015 on this site. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, as a reminder, you might consider going back to read the opening chapters as much of who these characters are established there, But, as always, it's your choice. Please leave a comment when you've finished, feedba...
I got home from Black Friday shopping the next afternoon and found a long florist's box with a big red bow on the dining room table. I was just about to open it until Brandon ambled down the staircase. "That just came for you," he said. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend." I told him that I didn't, and then he asked, "So what was that weirdness between you...