Do you seek some physical confirmation that your bedroom skills are pushing your lady to the peak of desire? Are you delivering the zenith of BIG 'O's? When the blushed chest and moaning and screaming haven't sufficed as proof, start exercising those arms, clip your nails and get your waders out...things are about to get real messy! Men take ejaculation fo...
(Please note that this story is bilingual and you can read the french version after the english one. / Cette histoire est bilingue, vous pouvez lire la version française après la version anglaise.) Welcome to this [Quest.] The principle is quite different from other multiple choice stories, you choose and influence the elements of the story by letting a comm...
In an instant, my world went as silent as my own voice. We stood, Jim and I, looking at each other in the garden, while the planets ceased to rotate around us as if they, too, were waiting for this singular issue to resolve into focus. I looked up at my friend, and just above his tear stained face, a silver strand glinted in the golden afternoon light, and...
Sorry for the delay. If you have not read the first installment you do so now. Perhaps not an order, but we both know you need discipline. ***** Miss Phillips walked on hands and knees to the end of the bed. In the dim light she stopped in front of another mirror. She found herself gazing into a portal, watching her breasts swaying like a harlot/housewife...
(If you are reading this before the first installment you may well be in need of discipline.) *** miss phillips walked on hands and knees to the end of the bed. In the soft light she stopped in front of another mirror. It was as if she were gazing into a portal, watching her breasts swaying like a harlot/housewife in exquisitely shot European erotica. To h...
Hello again! I'm M.D. If you read the prospectus in Chapter 03, then you know that I have bought a new asset – with the emphasis on ass – into my portfolio. Who am I? I am an investment banker at a well-known bank. You know it. It's everywhere. I run a small part of the organization. I mine wealth. It's like paying people to dig it out of the ground. It's a...
FOR M.H. (with hope) A room without light, heavy damask drapes over towering windows, refusing entry to the moon. You. Me. Summoned by He who controls; by He who is loved above all, just inside the doorway, knowing that it is locked behind me. Blind in the dark, blindness compounded by the black silk tied over my eyes, a condition of the invitation. I we...
The Political Prisoner and the Sympathetic Russian Guard Sergei was chained naked to the bed. He awaited his tormentor with stoic resignation. Natasia Primakova was the most beautiful of the guards at the secret prison. Her long black hair flowed down her back like the Don flowed through the Ukraine. Neither her leather gloves nor her long black coat could...
Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...
The electric car purred like a happy cat as Doctor Sasha Brett considered the irritating paradox inherent in getting funding from billionaires. He wanted to expand the reach of science to make the world a better, more full place. To do this, he needed money. Lots of it. And to get that money, he had reached out to the wealthiest people on the planet. But th...