Foreword from Saxon Hart First thing I have to say is Thanks to qmh1 for writing 500 Annies. Why am I thanking another author for writing a story? Because it inspired this one. I read 500 Annies with great enthusiasm. When I was done I read the feedback and some of the suggestions for how he might deal with Annie being a whore. I was composing a feedback su...
It started when my cousin Tom set up a bachelor party for his brother, my cousin James. I was invited and I of course accepted and said I would be there. This did not set well with my wife Doris. Doris had an extremely low opinion of bachelor parties because of what she had seen on her side of the family. Her brother Sam had attended one, had partaken of th...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story involves the characters introduced in "The Bridesmaids' Revenge" although it can be rea...
I met James Dennis at a nearby café and, after coffee and doughnuts; we walked two blocks to the train station and waited for the train to arrive. I should take a moment to describe Mr. James Dennis to the reader. He was a tall, well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-fitting dark brown slacks which were pegged at the cuffs in the current fas...
I have heard it said that a group of girls on a hen week are far worse than a gang of blokes on a stag trip. And judging by what some of our party got up to during our week there I could see they had a valid point. Albufeira was great and I could see why Matt had such a good time there. But I was ready to come home by the time the week was up. I must be get...
Samantha awoke feeling as if she was in a dream state. Her head was swimming and she was unsure of her surroundings. For a few moments, she struggled to remember where she was and why she was in this unfamiliar room. She stretched her 5'7" frame to get the kinks out and looked down to discover that she was totally naked. She ran her fingers across her 34D...
There are no explicit descriptions of sex in this story. The computer devices and technology described are purely a product of my imagination. Although, to paraphrase what someone once said . . . . . "Yesterday's science fiction is today's reality". So who can really say that they don't already exist . . . somewhere. 'The Agency' is fictional but perhaps i...
Hi Everybody, My latest offering is not for the faint hearted, possibly one of the toughest I've written. After my previous one that's saying something. A special thank you to Siren Capts for her editing. Despite the title this is fiction. All characters are the result of my over active imagination. Any resemblance to a person or persons, living or dead...
This story immediately follows the events of the third chapter and will make numerous references to previous events in this series, as well as the separate story, The Concert. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so mu...
My name is Mary. An ordinary girl of working class background. I have just recently moved in this apartment building in London so I can be near the hospital where I worked. When I first came to England, I lived in the hospital's dormitory where I endured boarding with noisy and sometimes untidy roommates. Usually, it's a race when using the shower and toilet...