KattieLynn & Tucker -- The Saturday Distraction Tucker is not a major sports fan. There are no NFL teams around here and we don't root for any one of them from other cities. No baseball, basketball, soccer, hockey, lacrosse, team logo items anywhere in the house. We do play golf, but neither of us cares to watch it on TV. Now, he does like to watch our alma...
**This story is inspired by true events. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. Except for that one chupacabra. But he's okay now. Don't forget to vote. Comments are cool, too. Public comments are even better. Okay, so just read the damn thing then.** * It was just another fall Friday afternoon. The birds were singing, the skies were gray...
I'm a long-haired Native Indian who in recent years has let himself go. There used to be a time when I practically lived at the gym and you could see me jogging around the park every morning. I stand five foot six with large shoulders and muscular legs from decades of jogging. I have always been proud of my legs. It was always the one asset I relied on to ge...
Anna sat at the bar, wondering if she hadn't made a mistake. She was tired of the dating game but missed having regular sex. Instead of going back to her asshole boyfriend, she decided to try an online hookup. She had been browsing the website for weeks now, but his was the first ad she had been courageous enough to respond to. "Experienced dominant male lo...
The limo pulled up in front of the third strip club of the night. The driver opened the door and Willie Roberson waved for Randall and Stephanie to get out first. Stephanie inwardly rolled her eyes. Could Randall's boss be more obvious about wanting to ogle her ass? After the last meeting of the night Willie had insisted on taking them to dinner which Stepha...
Continues the story of my time with Molly in "I Love It When They Come Back Part 1. *** School in my town ends in June-usually the third week, depending on snow days. The last five days are final exams-half days with time for the students to study in the afternoon and for the teachers to grade and finish things up for the year. Some days, I don't have exam...
The next afternoon I was sitting in the garden with my shirt off enjoying another fine day. Although I had my book in front of me I was having trouble concentrating. My mind kept replaying the events of the previous day. Rosemary hadn't visited me last night which as things turned out was just as well. I was thankful that I hadn't been caught with Emily but...
Note- This is a piece of speculative fiction based on Bree Olson the retired porn star and does not reflect any actual real events. xxx After a pleasant Sunday spent in the glorious Californian sunshine Bree Olson and her niece Elsa prepared supper in the large kitchen. Situated in West Hollywood the pair were entertaining their respective new boyfriends a...
This is part two of a fictional story and not intended to suggest anything about real-life BDSM play, consent, or relationships. I welcome your comments and suggestions for this story. Thank you. ***** When I awoke the next morning, Matthew had already left for work. He had left a note for me. "At 2 pm, go to the bathroom and slide this plug into your as...
The sanguine moon reached its zenith and shone its sinister reddish glow down upon the Spanish countryside. Underneath these crimson rays, an isolated town sprawled out in concentric rings around a large hill. Atop this grass covered mound stood a lonely castle, its banners fluttering in the soft breeze. Inside the impressive edifice a young woman named Mar...