A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Six. 2006. (February.) Burglars. Ever since my parents had retired and moved to Oxfordshire, presumably to be nearer their friends from the world of academia, I had been asked to keep an eye on their property whenever they were away; particularly since their second mov...
Thanks to RickES for editing my story. I dream of having a ranch one day. One with huge acreage, animals, a nice house and stables. Only this wouldn't be any ordinary ranch. This ranch would be different because, instead of having the stables filled with horses, my stables would be filled with women. That's right, filled with women, on their knees waiting a...
Chapter 8: He Leaves a Mark Leslie lay on her right side with her legs spread so that her right was on the bed and left was up and bent at the knee. Her right hand was massaging her button and her left was stimulating her g-spot. Open next to her was her laptop, the video that was playing showed a muscular bum rising and falling as its owner thrust into a w...
Authoress's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO Chapter 6 of 8 Several days later, at the ProCorps Academy's tattoo center . . . Jaina looked at the ma...
(First of all I apologize for the use of Part instead of Chapter in the last installment. Secondly that chapter was edited by Larry Lancaster (who I would hope might also edit this Chapter) and I accepted a lot of his suggestions. I say this because if you find any errors then they are the spots where I rejected Larry's suggestions. If you like the way parts...
About ten years ago I was first introduced to social media and started reuniting friendships with people that I hadn't seen in more than a decade before that. In the beginning it was slow and only a few people found me but by the end of the first year I was getting reacquainted with many of my lost friendships. One of the first people to start communicating...
Steph lay on the tattooist's table. Fitz, the tattooist told her that he would have to shave her pubic hair for her tattoo. She stood, took off her skirt and dropped her knickers to the floor. She lay back down and spread her legs. While she was doing this Fitz got the shaving gear ready. He turned and looked at her. His breath caught. She was showing him h...
Here she was, back in his arms again. Who was she? What was she? What was she to become? Was she his maid? His porcelain doll, his betrothed, his whipping girl? What? What did he want from her? What did she want? What did she want from him? Downstairs he'd just ripped off her clothes, rather his clothes, clothes he'd selected for her. Then he'd given her...
Felix had called me on my cell phone about a message I had left him at his studio. His voice sounded so sexy it got my juices going so I decided it was time for another trip to his place. Thinking I'd use my new tattoo ideas as an excuse I walked into his studio to find several people talking behind the front desk. Saying hello to everyone as I walked toward...
Carol awakened to the sound of the telephone. Looking around she remembered where she was. Bob was gone. Sitting up she reached for the phone on the end table. The thin metal chain that attached to her neck to the headboard of the bed jingled as she picked up the receiver. It was Bob. "Good morning." Said Bob. Carol yawned and replied. "When did you leave...