Michelle Moecha was a corporate event planner based out of Washington, DC who specialized in operating meetings for associations. Her current event, a grueling four day technology conference in Las Vegas with more than 2,000 attendees, was winding down. She finished the late evening post-conference wrap up soon after the last of the attendees left the ballr...
This story will be told in first person narrative but this first part is written in third person narrative because the first person, or main character, is unaware of the events unfolding in this scene. ***** Inside the kitchen of her boyfriend's house Crystal makes a last ditch effort, calling his stepmom, Dr. Burns, for help: "Crystal, you're saying all...
Ted Kelly sighed as he slid into his sedan in the office parking lot, exhausted. He secretly thanked god that his boss's kid had some health emergency that meant they were all let off work a couple hours early to "spend time with their families." Nothing against the kid; he was just goddamned sick and tired of being pent up in his cubicle day in and day out....
Gordon was walked home in full ceremony; the superbly dominant Maria zigzagging across streets and taking the longest route possible home from the park. Gordon was close to coming in the elasticated suit as he watched the delectable ass of the Eastern woman ripple and bulge in the tight cat suit as she strutted before him; leash in the one hand, cane in the...
I had been corresponding with Amy for months. She had found my site, and it had taken a while before I flipped her from curious to committed. I should tell you, I train submissives for a living, and a very good living it is. I have a reputation for quality and efficiency---it doesn't take long before I can hook up the highest bidder with one of my girls. Th...
Special Thanks to my Editor who made this readable: Gravinaux Ch. 01: The Beginning Peter pulled into the near empty parking lot at work. He was one of the people who arrive at work earlier than most. The asphalt was damp from dew or from a light rain the night before. The large modern building before him had a surreal appearance like a presence. It looked...
Caspian thought about simply exerting the physical advantage of his masculine form and struggling free to walk away from this self-inflicted dream, but the natural authority of the women, and his own inbuilt desire to be controlled by their obvious superiority, ensured his obedience to them. The redhead, whose residence they were all to venture to; the web i...
He didn't know the exact moment it occurred. The first time he sensed that there was something special about this lady. Just the thought of her lured him closer. There was something that would lessen his innate shyness and make him forget that she was not a part of his world. Smiling he thinks not yet, not just yet. He felt as if he were divided between do...
Re-tool your life. Re-tool yourself. Sick of not getting what you should? Sick to fucking hell of all these assholes getting with hot people they really don't deserve? Sick to hell of Liberals and Feminists making impossible to jump through hoops so that only the privileged people get to be happy? Sick of being a goddamned incel? Look we all know that...
now look, Captain, I want the walking wounded at their posts, we can't spare a man, if these Huns knew our ranks were thinning they'd eat us alive and rape our women and children and, god help us, our pets too! Charles Bukowski Stomping at the Savoy I once saw an interview with a young Matt Dillon in which he was asked about the first movie he had ever seen...