Fiona snapped. "What is wrong with you? You've barely touched me." "I've got a gardening tool up my ... well it's not very comfortable!" "Well you should have got your parents out for the day. Send them to the cinema or something. We could have been at your house instead!" Greg snorted derisively. "It's so easy for you." His naked lover turned to face hi...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists, Wizards, aliens, historians, and sluts in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. I swear. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violen...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
The business was finally going well enough to be left in the care of the staff. It had been a hard slog for three years but my wife Katrina and I finally had the chance to spend some time together doing the things we enjoyed. There hadn't been much time for long leisurely sex and no real time for exercise except for fitness sessions at the gym. I hated the...
There is no alarm clock which yet exists that is more effective at dragging one from the depths of slumber than a hard and determined cock being thrust deep into one's body. I woke with a scream, part surprise, part pain, part raw carnal pleasure. Instantly, his hands were on my wrists, pinning them above my head, holding them down to the bed. His hips move...
© 2019, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Oh my god... Stacy?" Ann mouthed, her friend standing not so innocently on the front porch. She was there next to Beth, the two of them with postcards in their hands; each penned by Neil, inviting them to have some extra-marital fun. Most of it at Ann's expense. He had undoubtedly written them, but An...
Chapter 3 Time seemed to stand still as Aoife embraced Michael. Standing there, wrapped in a golden leathery cocoon, Michael was tense, his muscles flexing, ready to endure what was to come. Aoife felt the tension coming off Michael in waves. "Be calm Michael, there is nothing painful in this. It will be a sensation the likes of which you have never known...
My name is Michael. And I write for women. I write for those women that are bored or sadly underappreciated in their roles; especially their sexual roles. I write especially for those women who are frightfully inhibited but hiding a secret, insatiable, submissive fantasy side. Do you yearn to be in the grasp of a man who is strong and masculine, magnetic,...
The Proposition Time, as it nearly always does, had passed by much too quickly. Kate had been welcomed by many of our new French friends and was dating regularly. She, Jen and I had just celebrated her 25th birthday at a lovely 3-star restaurant in the 8th arrondissement of Paris. She had not found anyone special yet, however we knew that it would not be lo...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...