Megan Richards waited and watched for a chance to catch Jonnie North alone at his birthday party in the posh nightclub that the modeling agency had rented for their star client. But she rarely ever saw him without that gorgeous model Kristina Davidson hanging on his arm. But she stayed unobtrusive and observant, thinking the other woman was bound to get side...
This is a retelling of my two stories 'Chance Encounter' and its sequel 'First Night', this time told from the Domme's perspective. While not absolutely necessary it might be enjoyable to read or re read those two stories at some time to get the full flavor of the tales. * It was promising to be yet another dull and empty Saturday evening, after another fu...
(c) 2017, Spunk N Wagnels We're not sure who can ultimately be credited with starting the movement but for awhile it was hard to pick up a woman's magazine without reading an article about men's balls. The initial thrust was to grab them. This evolved into educational articles about their biology, sensitivity, emotional connection of them to the man, etc. W...
There I was walking down a snow and slush covered street in a pair of not so water resistant running shoes, muttering to myself, "Fucking silly slut!!" Why was I wandering around in the slush and snow you may be wondering? Well let me tell you how it all began and where it went. By the way get comfy because it's a long story. It all started a couple of mon...
----=(Taxi Gate 7, Part 1)=---- Taxi gate 7 was a hallway which appeared pleasing to the eye in a neutral manner. Below average human shoulder height the walls were coloured in a calm, not too bright, shade of blue. At shoulder height and above, the walls were also decorated with intricate ornaments. Bronze, gold and a few streaks of black dominated the orn...
*Sorry it took so long for me to update this story. My laptop broke a while ago and I was just recently able to purchase a new one. Anyways here's part two. I have plans to continue this series. I am also working on other interracial period pieces as well. Still looking for an editor so if anyone is interested just send a message to the email through my prof...
Part 3 – The Weekend. The initial stories in this series Nancy Remembers Chap. 1 Nancy Remembers Chap. 2 Nancy Remembers Chap. 3 Other stories continuing in this series Nancy and her Boss Part 1 Nancy and her Boss Part 2 Nancy and her Boss Part 3 - The Weekend Nancy and her Boss Part 4 - More Weekend Then the following are separate but related stories...
As I wrote in Body Language, my aerobics instructor Aysegul and I had become lovers while she was helping me recover from hernia surgery. However, while we were able to get together during her lunch time when I was on medical leave, we wouldn't be able to once I started working again. So, if we wanted to keep seeing each other, we not only needed a place to...
I have to thank my editors, for the look of this story. It sure wasn't this good when I gave it to them. * I had been at my favorite restaurant less than twenty minutes; hell, I still had the menu in my hand when Josie strolled up and dumped the world onto my lap. It wasn't her fault; she wasn't to know. Josie owned the place, and it's probably the only p...
I stood at the lectern looking over the packed chapel. In the front row were my immediate family, son Andrew and daughter Jessica, mother Frances and father Brian, and my mother and father-in-law Betty and Peter. The rest of the people came from a variety of sources with one thing in common, they have all come to say good-bye to Miranda Williamson, my wife....