Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The cottontail restaurant was a major success. For those of you who don't know the Cottontail is a hooters spin-off with sexy male waiters. It was founded by the billionaire businesswoman Heather Starwood. The now iconic uniform consisted of nothing, but playboy bunny ears...
Funerals are necessarily emotionally charged. Whenever I attend one, I notice that grief and sorrow bring out strong feelings in people. Especially when we are burying a husband, women tend to be very susceptible to powerful feelings, whether of grief or otherwise. I keep a lookout for women greeting each other in these gatherings. Unfailingly I spot those...
Jake and Jade glanced at each other. Nervous, they stripped away what little clothes remained and put them in the washing machine. As their clothes dampened and mixed with the rest of their laundry, there was no turning back. Jake glanced around first. Heart racing, he feared someone would walk into the laundry room. A glimpse of Jade's succulent breasts ta...
There I stood with a tasty apple pie in my hands as my eyes once again slipped from Betty's eyes, down past her magnificent cleavage to below her waist where she had tugged her skirt up giving me an unfettered view between her opening legs. I stared at white fabric noticing the indentation where the panties clung tightly to her pussy lips. The slight crevass...
He saw her most days. Their schedules overlapped. When he returned from his night shift, she left for work. Some days, as the elevator opened on his floor, she'd be waiting. They always shared a smile, but they never spoke. On other days, he'd make it to his door before she closed hers. He would wait and watch her walk to the elevator. She dressed smart: tig...
Get Ur Freak On Lara Croft stepped down from the smoking heap that had once been Simon, her robotic training partner, and walked away like a woman on holiday. While the machine, gutted and shot to pieces, sparked and shuddered behind her. She approached a solitary pillar, black leather boots squeaking on the floor of her exercise chamber, and snatched off...
Her slender fingertips gently slid across the back of my head, lifting my thinning strands of hair. On the battlefield of color, the grays were rapidly overtaking the browns. Normally, when my wife runs her fingers through my hair, she has a look of thoughtfulness and consideration, the processing of personal and unknown thoughts. Through the years, I've th...
This story is a direct sequel to The Earl's "Do Anything For You?". I'd like to dedicate this story to tolyk, who's been such a sport about letting us use him as a character in our stories. "Do anything for you?" I looked at him. He smiled at me, a dirty, provocative smile. Do anything for me? He had just fulfilled my dream of seeing two men together. Do a...
This story is written form the view point of one of my slaves; I am walking down the street with my girlfriend, gently I reached over and gave a ass a little squeeze, "I love you," I whispered in her ear, but then suddenly I feel a sharp stab in my neck as I turn round to see I collapse to the floor Laura next to me. When we recover I notice we are in a d...
It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment. It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax. You're dressed in normal attire, a...