Original story: Scipio Continued: RogueAlan Author's Note: Happy New Year, gang! I know, it's been too long. Real life gets in the way, though, and the time to write isn't always there. And frankly, Ann's story was coming easier than Sharon's... What's left for Sharon to do for us? Not to mention that pesky little continuity thing-- as the story grows lon...
My morning into work was wonderful, everything seemed to happen with purpose and good timing. Traffic into the office was light, I managed to hit all the green lights, there was an empty parking space close to the entrance, even the coffee pot had just finished brewing when I went for a cup. My thoughts of Julie and the previous evening were constantly with...
The first part of this story contains images of self-abuse that might be disturbing. That is not the tone of the entire story, just the first part. If such images are unacceptable to you in any way, please bypass this story. * Denise felt the familiar eagerness in her pussy, that tingling desire she felt so often and satisfied so seldom. There, her son's...
‘Is that the new temp from the agency?’ I ask Jane. Jane is the office manager, a big old lady with a huge bum which sticks out in such a way you could leave your coffee cup on it while you light a cigarette. ‘Sorry? Oh, it must be, I suppose. I hope she’s better than the last one.’ I watch the curvy blonde girl lower herself into one of the black bucket sea...
Evolution, change over time. The mailgirls program had seen it's fair share, but now, Neal, my old assistant, had been named head of the program and he intended to "streamline" it. For too long, he said, there had been too many hands in the pot and as a result too many rules, often contradictory, had been created. Now, with him as the new head, there will be...
This is an original work of fiction, written by the Wanderer. It is posted on this site with his permission I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye; they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Anyway as I've been know...
Hello everyone. Welcome back to my exciting world of the Ivanovs and the Loess Pack. I tried to stay away, truly I did, but the story just wouldn't be quiet. So many unanswered questions, and who would ask the most. The children would. So here we go once again. It's time to learn the truth. This story is a continuation of the She Wolf Series. Please read...
I woke up, feeling the warm summer breeze flowing through the open window of my bedroom. Instinctively, I turned to the side to where my girlfriend Jeannie slept, but she wasn't there. I sat up in bed. Probably went out for a run, I thought. I got out of bed, and looked down on the floor for my pajama bottoms, which I'd thrown aside in the middle of a thre...
I moved back in with my parents after graduating from university. I'm not proud of that, but I certainly wasn't the only one in my graduating class who did that. And at least I have a job. It's in retail, but a job is a job. While I was at school, I worked my way up to be an assistant manager at American Apparel, and when I moved back home, they let me tran...
The following is a work of fiction – for now. It describes a fantasy I fully intend to make as real as possible. Those who have advice regarding the scenario I spin below are welcome to contact me, I am pleased to hear from you! * It's me again, with another could-be-true scenario of sex and lust outside of my marriage, where I don't get laid nearly...