The Special Event A work of Fiction Part 1 Late on a cold Tuesday night, Melody was doing a little web surfing. Bob had already gone to bed, as usual, and she heard his steady, heavy snoring from down the hall. She moved and clicked her mouse with one hand, and curled her long locks of blonde hair absent-mindedly between the fingers of her other hand. Neve...
Hi, I'm Peter, and this is my story. I am writing it as a warning to others, mainly about not breaking the eleventh commandment – i.e. "Don't get caught." I did and the results were incredibly painful for others and myself. Anyway, to go back a few years, when mobile phones and text messaging were new, and rather trendy, I was working for a guy called Nick....
Gary Lockett drove all over town in an old Caribbean green top down Chevy looking for Dana Scruer, the dishy girl whom he'd made love to so passionately three weeks ago. Still he couldn't find her after that wonderful event. Now he found himself cruising the country lane, beautiful sights on both sides but he was getting pissed off and nowhere to go. Then su...
"But, I can't ..." "Sure you can. You want to." "That's just my cock. It has a brain of its own." "Oh, I like the way it thinks." Dana leaned close, her hair brushing my shoulders. Her rock hard nipples were threatening to pop right through the taut fabric of her wet little bikini top. At least she was now close enough that I was no longer staring at tho...
To describe Autumn as beautiful was like describing the sun as "kind of hot". She had a face that inspired dreams, a body that took over fantasies, and an undeniable sexual energy about her that could break the will of even the most dedicated man. Her flaming red hair made her stand out like a true goddess, yet her quiet demeanor allowed her to practice the...
(Authors note: This tale begins with an idea told to me by my partner, for whom I have written this tale. I would also like to thank those who have written to me in appreciation of the opening chapter. Now, where were we?) Do you want to know what happened next? "Rachel, I want you to undress me." He said and stood at the right side of the bed, his back fa...
Chapter 4. Miss Pia, it will be an honour to be your slave. Rick was in his bedroom hurriedly searching through his travel bag for a collar. He had two, but as usual, trying to find things whilst in a rush was not working for him. Bloody Hell! Could he not at least sort through his bag when he returned from travelling instead of waiting till a moment like t...
**Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote!** * Three fifteen in the morning was my favorite time of day. That might sound odd coming from a waiter at a truck stop, but it's the truth. The bar rush was over, the place was mostly cleaned up, and the restaurant was generally quiet as a tomb. It also marked the 7th hour of my shift, and that made it all th...
It had only been twenty four hours since their last fuck but to Rob it felt like too long. His cock eagerly sprang up as April zipped open his trousers. He guided her head down, forcing the long shaft between her rosy lips. She was leaning across the gear shift, kneeling on the passenger seat of Rob's car. They had parked at their usual spot, near the sport...
James knew he was asleep, but the dream was just so real. He was at Rachel's house, leaning against the bathroom counter while she was showering. Rachel was taking her time, meticulously washing every inch of her body while keeping in mind how much he loved licking her skin and eating various syrups and whipped topping off of her. She lovingly caressed her t...