Ahmed believed in the American dream. He grew up in a rigid, conservative country where everything was tightly controlled, from government to morality to style of dress. He enjoyed freedom--not so much political freedom, which didn't interest him terribly--but freedom to go and do what he pleased when he pleased. Ahmed was also shocked by the very different...
The next morning, the stunning Mrs Swenson is on all her hands and knees. Her 18 year old lover, Marcus Jefferson, is behind her, mounting her like a bitch in heat. Inga had surprised the youngster this morning putting his black cock in her mouth, the teenager filling her hungry tummy with another load of creamy sperm. She thought she had sucked the boy’s co...
This happened many years ago, before we had things like AIDS to worry about. Not to say that it might not have happened later as well, but only in a much safer way! I was on a walking holiday in Germany, and was travelling alone. I was supposed to go with my girlfriend, but we split up shortly before, and she understandably pulled out. The intention had bee...
I'm silently cursing my cousin again as the skies burst open with a thundering crack. Heavy rain begins to pour down and within seconds I'm completely soaked in my floral summer dress. One more time I try to yank my foot free, but it's stuck at the ankle between two slats of the wooden fence and won't budge. By now, my ankle has swollen to obscene proportion...
A certain someone asked me "I know how to make gnocchi, but I want to know how you make it; so tell me!" ... and I thought: well, everybody knows how to make gnocchi, but when a certain someone told me her recipe didn't come out quite right and did she add too many chocolate chips ... (chocolate chips?) Well, an intervention was necessary. So as a bucolic...
This story is a direct sequel to The Earl's "Do Anything For You?". I'd like to dedicate this story to tolyk, who's been such a sport about letting us use him as a character in our stories. "Do anything for you?" I looked at him. He smiled at me, a dirty, provocative smile. Do anything for me? He had just fulfilled my dream of seeing two men together. Do a...
No sex here, only romance and emotions. At 15000 words it should end up at about 5 Lit pages. Since much of the conversations in this story is supposed to be in languages some characters are less than fluent in, I have tried to butcher the English to show this. Yeah, the worst errors really isn't made by mistake (I hope I got that right though)! The inspir...
Annälisa could be described as a stereotypical Swedish beauty, with her stunning Nordic good looks, long blonde hair, soft blue eyes and that curvaceous body that promised everything. The trouble was that her looks were a problem in her line of work. She was too noticeable. The best assassin's were able to blend in with the background when they needed to,...
"Bon jour, monsieur! Did you know that we've literally been having sex in some form all night long? I don't think that you fell asleep at all. Then again, you're an angel now. You don't require sleep anymore, trust me. I think that you should know that you can now stretch your wings whenever you wish, but I wouldn't that in public, of course. People wouldn't...
Hal found Brad's room empty, with a pair of cute French maids doing a turn-down service. One was bent over, plumping up a pillow and revealing long fishnet-covered legs to Hal, while her busty partner appeared to be busily re-stocking a selection of special oils and lubricants in a bedside drawer. Under the bathrobe he'd thrown on Hal's cock twitched fitfu...