Agent Diane Poppos was on transatlantic flight to Paris, France, where she was to make contact with her sister agent, Lani Cheung. Together, they were given the mission of infiltrating and destroying the criminal organization of Baroness Fudgepacker, who was determined to enslave the women of the world using anal sex. She had developed a special formula whic...
I directed a grimace towards the bench press. Who was I kidding? After months of nearly killing myself working out three times a week, I was still the beanpole that I had always been, "More beef on a crutch," my grandmother had always said in exasperation as I had been growing up. Up and up, but not out. Why had allowed my friend Matt, a star rugby player...
We were spooning and snuggling when I felt his fingers softly circling on my shirt's fabric I opened my eyes in the dark. His finger tips moved with a mind of their own and found the seam at my side and followed it down to my pants. I shifted against him, feeling him grow harder against my thigh. "Sshh..." His hand found its way under my shirt, flattening...
Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your us...
We slammed into the wall in the entry hall of my apartment, her legs wrapped around my hips as her fingers entangled themselves in my hair. Her mouth was hot and her tongue mingled with mine in deep wild passionate kisses. "Mom... doesn't... care... if I get... home until... late," she said, pressing her palms against my chest so she could get the sentence...
She sat in her new living room, thousands of miles from where she had called home for so long. She had left her friends and family and moved to where He lived to be near Him. When she sat checking her email later that morning she saw she had a new message from Him. He had sent her an email simply stating that she needed to be dressed in an elegant yet provoc...
May 1st 2004 Thanks to some foul-tasting medicine, the early birthday present from the kids has been cleared up so I’ve stopped the baboon-like itching of my posterior and I’m looking forward to a rip-roaring birthday. Did I mention it’s my 36th? It is also Pauline’s birthday, Amelia’s and the guy’s next door. A group of girls are going out to help Pauline...
Ruth, My Second Visit by Victor It's over a week since visiting Ruth, but I can't stop thinking about her. Every waking minute, driving to work, in the office, shopping, at night laying in bed, is spent fantasising, trying to replay it in my mind. Seeing Ruth in her nurse's uniform, as she leads me upstairs, laying on her bed as she ties my legs and wris...
"A people that elect corrupt politicians are not victims [...] but accomplices." ― George Orwell Wonder Woman gave me a handjob, as we drove to the swing club in her Porsche. When an evening begins so propitiously, it tends to be a dynamic decline from there. How does one top an opening like the above? "I woke up today, and the IRS had vanished. Moreover...
The third installment of my four nights series. I went into an area I know little of, I hope you like it. I would like to Thank Candice for taking the time to edit my story! ***** The weekend was a blur after our orgy, I know Michelle and I fucked at least four times and I must admit it was more intense than it had been in recent memory. It was on the f...