"Cherry-Pie; with extra napkins." I breathed luridly into the receiver of my wireless phone as I paced back and forth through my lonely, sparse, and untidy apartment. That was the code word for two prostitutes. I had to have an extra one this time. As long as you were content to never, ever be in the limelight, there were certain perks that came with workin...
Perhaps this is a surprise to many folks, but I am back after a very long absence. This is a brand new story in the UaSS universe. This one is somewhat different than my previous efforts. First, there are no sex scenes. The story revolves around teenagers and LitErotica does not allow stories where underage people are depicted having sex. More importantly th...
Our last night before Alexis left for Grenada we were lying in bed, side by side caressing each other and softly kissing. It was late and we had to leave early for the airport. As always, Alexis trembled through the caressing part before she became so horny she couldn't stand it anymore and we were off to the races again. She had already thought about how sh...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote. * There's no one here but us. Tell me. Do you wish you were rich? If you're not already rich, do you wonder why you're not rich? Why "them" and not "you"? Listed below are SusanJillParker's miscellaneous ramblings of things that are not right and/or not fair with the biggest issue being money. MONEY. M-O-N-E-Y....
This story may look familiar if you've read my other stuff. It's an edit of My Step-Sisters are Nudists?! (Unfortunately I couldn't think of a title as eye-catching.) I went through and removed all the mentions of and references to any sort of future familial relationship between Matthew and the girls throughout the story, because I use my time wisely. In al...
Authors Notes: Disclaimer: Celebrity appearances in this series are in no any way to be considered realistic. They are included for the entertainment of open-minded adults only. Their thoughts, words, and deeds are in no way indicative of the real celebrity. They exist here only to build a story around. ***** Gary took Carmen into the house and gave her t...
Chapter 7 — FRIDAY — Making plans Roxanne Lopez was contemplative as she watched the purple-white smoke twist off the end of Jennifer Finney's cigarette. The brunette had told her she'd given up smoking a while ago, following her divorce, but after last night's events she needed a comfort blanket. Roxie understood why. A long time ago, she'd been like Je...
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world – thesoundandfury. And check out his new novel – Models and Super Spies. Thanks Ken, not only for your editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapter 9: The Catwalk. From a security perspective, Sandra Wilson's apartment was perfect. Yea...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...
"Did you ever wonder.....mmmm you still have the tightest pussy....what another man would feel like?" Her eyes were just starting to glaze, and when she focused them to look at me, I saw surprise. Partly it was because I didn't talk when we fucked-I grunted-but the real surprise was the subject. "Oh, you are a tight pussy expert now, are you?" "I am, and...