Chapter One: A Message from a Previous Co-worker I was having lunch with her for the second time in the past week. Jennifer and I had worked together at an agency for several years, and she had sent me a LinkedIn request for a recommendation. We had collaborated on a number of projects, and I was more than happy to oblige. I considered Jennifer a consummat...
My amazing editors knew I had written my last story, so this special project both caught them by surprise and gave them little time to work their wonders. I was accustomed to their talents, but they surprised and touched me by their loyalty, and I can't thank them enough. SueDanym suggested surgery, but I hesitated until a second opinion proved the good doc...
Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction. All characters appearing herein are at least eighteen, if not expressly stated. Future stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may also be found in other works by the authors. Feedback is desired and...
"Oh, yes! Finally!!" Clara reclined on the console of the TARDIS, spreading her legs for her love, her husband, her Doctor. Above her, the Doctor hurried out of his clothes. His suspenders drooped down his pantlegs, his shirt flew off his chest, his pants fell down his legs, but his bowtie stayed on. "Oy! You've been very naughty, Clara. Acting very much li...
Author's Notes: This little story is from me reading the entire line bovine excrement put out by men who say stupid things like "Once a whore, always a whore!" or "All sluts are the same and all women are sluts." ETC, ETC, ETC.... While women are gaining in the cheaters stakes, thus increasing the amount of divorces churning through the court system. They...
Henri was on the precipice, just a few more thrust and he would achieve enough arousal to stimulate ejaculation. He was working hard, vigorously driving his hard, meaty cock in and out of Yvonne, his favorite. Her ass was exquisite, and he never missed an opportunity to fill it full of his steely member. She was panting, working her clitoris with a blurred h...
4-3 My study of Slave Yoga is proceeding splendidly. With the incentive of the slave treats and the mock threat of the slave whip constantly cracking over my head my movements in class are now more graceful and fluid than many of the slave girls. I know that my moves are better, even if the slave girls get more attention from the men in the window because t...
Chapter 8 The New and Improved Version Gabrielle stood, waiting for more. An explanation, I guessed. "Doctor Urquhart sat and listened to my tale of woe, not offering much comment, but asking a question now and then. Essentially, he wanted me to spill my guts and get all the anger and hate out on the table. Maybe that's not a very good metaphor, because it...
My fingers moved quickly across the last of the raised dots. "Allison" my fingers read "I've been looking all over town for you! You have company at home. A young man all the way from New York. His name is David Noyes. 'Thank you' cried Allison and waved her hand. She hurried, and when she reached Beech Street, she ran all the way up the block to her hous...
ONE "Freyja is a Norse warrior goddess but she is also the goddess of lust and sexual activity." Dr. Martin Karalis explained to Samuel Burke. "After battle, Freyja supposedly took half of the dead, the most virile, the most handsome, to live with her and her handmaidens in her retreat known as Fólkvangr." "The Syia Penjyes are said to be the tears of Frey...