Three stories precede this one, in temporal order: Christine. A tale of lust. Angela. Teased and pleased. Adrian. A night of torment, or Angela's revenge. For North American readers these stories are written in British English so the vocabulary used may be a little different, as are lots of the spellings; we specialise in colour photographs fixed with thio...
Brenda was my first true slut, or more accurately, the first inexperienced women that I trained to be my personal piece of ass. She was a dumb little bitch, but just what I needed after a brutal divorce. About 5'2", 115 pounds, bigger than average tits (actually, quite impressive tits, a real head turner above the waist) a delightful bubble butt, and a smal...
Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Iris West hadn't slept a lot lately. She'd always been a workaholic who pushed herself to a limit on a fraction of the sleep she should be getting, but lately she'd been spending every waking moment looking for someone and trying not...
The Producer The Producer is a middle-aged man who just recently has been separated from his steady girl friend. He is ready to start a new relationship. In addition to asking all his friends to keep an eye open for a possible match, he is also looking into online dating sites. He does not mind having to masturbate but misses having a steady partner. The S...
After hearing that Brianna had been talking with Olivia about our sex being the best she ever had, it got me wondering about how much my reputation had travelled around the office. Turns out it had gotten around. The risk of office romance, right? Well, it got me thinking: I've already screwed all the women in the office out of time, so why not try for in-...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place during Episode 7 of Season 1. ***** "What! Your ass is..." Nicole Haught exclaimed, immediately doing something weird with her hands which she quickly put a stop to, "It's top shelf man, top shelf." In response Wynonna Ear...
After sport the following Saturday the roommates found time to relax and compare notes. With that week's heavy academic requirements out of the way, everyone could afford to waste a little time. The conversation quickly turned to what they had been learning and, in particular, some extra-curricular matters they'd been involved with. Grace was the first to s...
You are heat and I am fire. Our relationship isn't traditional in any sense of the word. We simple fulfill certain desires for each other, however strange, as they might seem. Often times we don't realize these unusual wishes until the heat of a moment or in response to feelings brought on by the strains and delights of daily life. Never have I shared in suc...
I sat alone in the chair, waiting for rescue, knowing that my daughter (by my first wife), nicknamed 'Peanut' and Sharona, her lover-partner would drive to my house—not my home, anymore—and, using Peanut's key, get in and rescue me. That drive would take a long time, because they were quite a few miles away. They'd get the cuffs off me easily, because the...
Having made her decision, Nicki felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The future was now something to be savoured, rather than feared. She busied herself with preparations for her next exploration. Exploration! How she loved Tom's use of that word, what a concept! Like a taking a canoe up-river into the darkest regions of an unexplored...