The next time Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland and Omar Stephens got together, it was truly one for the ages. He invited her to his place, located not far from Marketplace Station in Barrhaven, and they had themselves some fun. Drinks, and a lot and talking, and laughing, followed by some kink. Dr. Macke-Leland looked fetching in a black vest over a black tank top...
After the morning sex with Jill, it was not easy to go back to work and concentrate on design and form beyond her petite enchanting body. I had retreated to my office with views out the front of the house instead of hanging around sneaking peeks at the pool in back of the house. When I came out to the kitchen for lunch, I noticed Jill's SUV was gone. I fou...
When Jeannie died five years ago and left me to get Sally and Mike through their final year at High School – and beyond – I felt that life had been very unfair to both of us. I was without my childhood sweetheart, and she missed out on the rewards that years of struggle were just starting to bring us. All through those early years when the kids were young, I...
Maybe half of the summer had been wasted. That was the most disagreeable thing, the wasted time. Well, that and the refund. The man entered the bedroom in the little town's inn. He slid a bar over the door. Another man was sitting at a table inside the room. The first man softly called out to the seated one, "Eh? Hello?" The second man seemed too bus...
It was another hot day in the marketplace. Booths and stands filled the town's plaza but the crowds were small this afternoon. Sonja sold the last of her berries and vegetables to a hungry fellow and decided to close up show since business was slow. She and her teenage son, Miller, began taking down their booth. The scorching rays of the sun hit them when th...
After breakfast the next morning, Arlon punishes me for cuming without his permission. It's not my place to point out that it's entirely his fault, so I take it in stride. "You could have wasted the conjuration you've been building," he admonishes as he spanks my ass red over his lap. When he finally finishes - 30 smacks total that he makes me count - I mo...
Here's another story inspired by a favourite Keith Urban song. What can I say? Inspiration for writing comes from all over and lately, it's coming from Keith Urban's music. And from these two characters. This story takes place before the events of "Raining on Sunday," and hopefully it doesn't confuse anyone. Both stories stand on their own though so don't f...
Author's Note: This story is the third installment of my "Rarity" series. The order of the stories should be on my profile's biography. I think this story doesn't have much conflict in it at all. I wanted to write something happy and adorable. This story will involve centaurs. All graphically described sexual content in my stories involve characters that are...
For college students, the mid-seventies proved to be a confusing and difficult time as suddenly, after watching the flower children and student activists so successfully protest the war in Viet Nam and seemingly change the world, when the time came to grab the torch and continue the revolution there suddenly was no real issue to gather and protest. America's...
"Get up and bend over in front of me. I want to see the fruits of my handiwork" I was told. "Yes, Mistress Tracy" As I remained bent over in front of her, I heard her call the others back into the room… * * * * * "You will remain in that position, Pippa. Touch your toes and don't you dare try to stand until we are finished with your inspection. If you do...