AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the seventh in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can st...
"I'm not sure about this," Ella called to me above the noise of her hairdryer. "You're the one who agreed to go. If you'd asked me I'd have told you to say we're busy." I shifted on the sofa and flicked aimlessly through the channels full of celebrities I've never heard of. The hairdryer noise ceased and a few seconds later Ella appeared at the doorway of...
Work strung me out. I was so busy that I barely had time to dwell on missing Diana and Fanny. To be honest, I missed the easy way that Diana and I could talk with each other as much as I missed the sexual thrill of exhibitionism. Ok, that's not true. But, I did miss talking with Diana. Since she was traveling all the time, we rarely could make the time diffe...
"What the hell time do you call this, young lady?" Hank's Southern twang barked at Sarah from across the parking lot. She could feel his disapproving gaze as she stumbled hurriedly from the bus stop, and struggled to tie the apron around her waist. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She called as she trotted, removing her jacket and exposing her arms to the Texan w...
Frank Fletcher was pissed. His boss ordered him to drive from St. Louis to Cheyenne, Wyoming on one hour's notice, with no time to research flights. With no options, he set out with a change of clothes, a bag of toiletries and his laptop in the middle of the day with a Google directions to his destination. He swore at his asshole boss as he drove through Kan...
Eros' unnamed replacement original concept by Rubyswallows, everything else is the product of my own boredom. Chapter 1 I fucking hate Valentine's day. Valentine was an alter-boy-loving... Emotions... control... That's better. Where was I? Today is the day boys run to Safeway at the last minute and buy whatever their month's allowance can get to tide an...
The following is the third part of a short story representing a letter sent by the author to an online friend with whom he has enjoyed a long relationship without any physical contact. He has always kept her informed of any offline recreational activities he enjoys and she has reciprocated in kind. This letter was written as a report of one such offline meet...
Disclaimer: The characters are totally fictional and have to resemblance to anyone living or dead. I do not endorse to violence in any form. This story is purely meant for reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. * Anyone who visits Mumbai (Bombay) in June / July will think twice before coming again. The heat and humi...
I was on the verge of my second orgasm of this particular battle when I hit hour twelve. At the sound of the soft beep, I forced my eyes open so I could take in the screen. Most of the picture was taken up with the picture of Stefanie, being held aloft by the Enderman as he pounded into her. There were two smaller screens, one showing a live feed camera of t...
Beth arrived back at the compound shortly before the dinner bell on Wednesday. She'd driven back alone, leaving William and Florence to travel back home with Ja-mul in his old Willys truck. Alpha John had asked her to hurry back home so that she'd be available to greet the visitors from Fresno, and she had complied, narrowly avoiding several speeding tickets...