I was in anguish over the next two days. Thoughts of a paradise that could be with this minx filled every waking thought, and when asleep I pulled her with me to my bed and explored her body, and her soul ever so sweetly, carefully, and with a passion I could not dare bring into the light of day. I woke each day crying because she was not beside me. No, a li...
A group of short stories inspired by pictures posted on a photo-sharing web site. The most important photograph was the first one which was a picture of 'Tina' in the 'doggie' position. Another photo-sharer had made this picture by editing the original photo: he added an eyeball 'pasted' between the lips of Tina's pussy. Medical breakthrough announced! See...
Ch. 06: Some Guys Have All The Luck. The weeks rolled by that summer. Robbie had progressed in his job and Julie had continued to work the afternoon shift in the restaurant. They had talked about her changing to day shift, but that would mean giving up her Assistant Manager's pay and for now, they decided to accept the status quo. Julie and Robbie were pool...
After Thanksgiving my Master took me on my first extended trip. He rented a yacht and we cruised the Caribbean for two months. The company makes some very convincing passports. Some of the stops were really beautiful. One was a elite nude beach. Essentially to had to be a multimillionaire just to access the beach. I could not believe the celebrities I saw su...
When people speak of race and add the volatile term "purity" to the mix, the normally kinky hairs on the back of my head always prick up. I've always been the consummate outsider wherever I go, too much of a "Spic" for the purebred Arabs I meet, and too much of a "towelhead" for the Latin American community as a Muslim Latina. Know what I say to both of them...
A sequel to "Boys Will Be Gurls", Pleasing The Head continues the story from the next morning. * I woke up the next morning a little groggy, I hadn't had much exposure to alcohol before and wasn't enjoying the after effects. For a second I didn't remember what had happened the night before, then it all hit me in a rush. I had dressed up like a girl to be...
What you've missed: I woke up from a coma after a motor cycle crash, to find that my penis could talk, and more than that, when it wanted, it could take control of the rest of me. It was able to sing in a way which it called 'pussy charming' in such a way as to entice nearby females to come and shag me, which it demonstrated for me with a 50 something overwe...
Wow! What a family. Eddie Howell, balding overweight salesman, Mrs. Howell, small mousey submissive wife, Robin Howell, petite blond cheerleader doted on by daddy, and Rachel Howell, tall attractive café au lait girl. By the size of her, Rachel's dad was a big, big man. Rachel was still talking as she approached me where I was standing by the Falcon. "So t...
Three hours later, after driving past huge groves of orange trees, we arrived in Santa Monica and saw a large pier with the sign "Route Sixty-six ends here." I had made it. A warm sense of triumphant came over me for driving the entire historic route from Chicago. I wanted to walk on the boardwalk and enjoy the liveliness, but was afraid Carla and I would be...
Ch. 7: Haunted by the Ghost of Mrs. Nguyen The trip from the east was finally over. The conference I had been attending had its high points and I had made a few valuable contacts but I was happy to be getting home. As I made the long drive from the airport to our new house in the suburbs, I realized how much I had missed Melinda on this trip. We had been to...