For me, Valentines Day holds neither goodwill nor romantic sentiment. The Hallmark Holiday will always be the anniversary of the loss of my first and only love: the city of Dresden, which I once called home. All these years later, I still remember the traumatic event with crystal clarity. The year was 1945, the month February, late in the Second World War....
Art class returned to normal. Carl and I assumed an amicable distance in class, as before, and we did not mention a word between us about the episode. I continued my lunchtime routine of sketching in the park and Carl picked up with the crowd 'his own age' in the deli. Although I did have a fondness for Carl and his foppish affectations I was put out by his...
Remember to vote & comment. I respond to all serious messages, and welcome suggestions. July 4 this year was apparently my independence from boring sex with my beautiful girlfriend Marie. July 5, however, shit got real. Marie & I got up around 8, both still sore from the marathon of sex the night before. We'd fucked for hours, anally & vaginally, and f...
Two years into my time as gigolo with Ron Vincent's business of providing escorts for the mature lady I had acquired quite a reputation. A good number of the clients asked for me on a regular basis. Having said that I'd had a few occasions which had ensured I kept my feet on the ground. Like the buxom fifty two year old madam, all blue rinse and chins who...
It was around 6 PM that Tuesday when all of Camilla's and Candice's guests got dressed and ready to leave their apartment, though Camilla as usual remained in the nude; she even left Calina's come on her face, knowing that the Russian nymphomaniac would like to see her still gooey-faced. Calina was the last guest to leave. "With a body as beautiful as yours...
"Don't speak your old name," he said firmly pressing fingers to her lips. "Slaves don't have names. They are given names by their Masters or Mistresses. If you become my slave, perhaps I will give you a name...but for now you will be anything I want to call you. Bitch. Slut. Whore. Whatever strikes my fancy at the time. "Blink if you understand." She bli...
King Jamie looked terrible. He'd lost weight, his hair was long and ragged, and the bags under his eyes were bruised and purple. If anyone asked, he merely smiled and blamed it on the sleepless nights with the new infant princess Aurella. No one believed it, however, as he spent more time training in the yard with his knights than in a bed. Rosella was not o...
Bonnie was trundling through the airport concourse, pulling her overnight case on wheels behind her. She was on her way to meet up with friends at Puerto Pollensa in Majorca for five nights of sun, sangria and dancing. Well, four nights for Bonnie. While her friends had travelled out the night before, Bonnie had had to stay behind due to a last minute busine...
All characters are over 18. Enjoy. Johnny entered the champagne room cautiously. He was curious about what he would find. He had already decided to walk right out if he encountered a fat old lady or a crack whore. He had no interest in trading an orgasm for a STD. He was pleasantly surprised with what he saw. Before him was a fit young woman. She was of...
CW: Rough, angry sex. Mentions of adultery. Basically ... if "rough angry you slept with my brother and now I want to reclaim you and it's actually kind of kinky but I'm really angry with you bothers you," Don't read it. Reclaiming Lizzie A Historical Kink Fiction. Not based on any persons living. I can't say its not based on any dead people. One never...