'I literally can't remember the last time I got laid,' joked Luke, rubbing a hand across his blond stubbly chin. 'Probably a charity shag on Valentines Day.' 'Huh! Join the club!' Meg grimaced. 'It's probably been nearer a year for me.' Liar, she thought to herself, guiltily picking at her nail varnish. You can treble that estimate. 'Yeah, but Meg, I live...
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It was the last evening of my stay at the Sheikh's palace, and I was approaching my departure with mixed emotions. I had my exit visa for departing Saudi Arabia's stringent regime in my handbag, and that was a reminder of the freedom that awaited me in Madrid, my adopted city, but I had become genuinely fond of Helena, the Sheikh's principal wife, and looked...
(chapter 3 here, this one is much longer. I tried a lot harder on this one. Thanks guys.) * Arthur Livingston was a gigantic man, standing roughly 6 '10 with a skinny frame. His face matched his frame, thin and boney, with thinning brown hair and brown eyes. I saw him clearly as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. My senses were in hyper drive. My ey...
It was a sleepy little burg in northern Indiana. The summers were hot and humid, almost oppressive. The winters were cruel and harsh, the snows fell covering streets and houses, turning the town into frozen tundra. The corn, field after field of corn, it grew taller than a man, stray grains fell to the ground, took root, the corn surrounded the little town l...
My name is Nikki Ayres, and for years I've kept the secret of my promiscuity from my friends, family, and co-workers. By day I'm the quiet, efficient account executive whom you might pass in the hallway and never give a second glance. When night time comes I yield to my insatiable lust and seek pleasure wherever and however I can find it. These are my confes...
Jack was bending over into an empty display case as he refilled it with his signature chocolate cupcakes. They were the very ones that put him on the map and made it possible to open up his dream shop. Sweet Nothings was his pride and joy. The French inspired Bakery and Bistro has thus far been his greatest achievement. He could hear the distant ching of the...
Chapter 2: The American Dream Questions, Comments & Suggestions welcome. The restraints creaked and groaned as the voluptuous young blonde writhed against their oppression, her skin reddened and bloody from the effort. Butterscotch Fox lay naked on a reclining metal chair, bound at the wrists, ankles and neck by Diamentium cuffs. One arm was hooked up to an...
First Day Jon woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing off the nightstand. Through blurry eyes, he could just make out a string of messages from his girlfriend. Well, former girlfriend. He and Claire had changed the settings on their relationship to friends-with-benefits about a year ago, when it became painfully obvious to them both that they were on di...
What a crap night out, all the girls are pulling and getting obsessed by Daisy's little encounter the week before where she almost got herself knocked up getting nailed down an alleyway against a wall. So now I'm sitting in a cab home while Rachel is getting fucked against the same wall (yes I checked). Daisy is looking for a repeat and no-one knows where Em...