Brooklyn I staggered into my house, kicking off my heels the moment I stepped through the door. I'd flown to Seattle, Washington, on Tuesday morning, and now, Friday evening, I was finally home in Chicago, tired and ready to sleep in my own bed. Short of flying charter, first class was as good as it got, but I still had to deal with crowds, terminals, lugga...
Warning: This is rather a long story. It tells of a wife financially forced to become a high class whore and a husband who falls sexual prey to a dominant gay male. If this is not to your taste then now is the time to leave. For those who have elected to stay, I would like to mention that this is one of my favourite tales. ***** I was employed as a marri...
Lara sat at her desk with her chin in her hand, a dumb smile on her face. The printer next to her hummed rhythmically as it spit out the last of the ten copies of the report she needed on Monday. She was zoned out, completely and blissfully lethargic. She was clad in another pair of Malcolm's sweatpants and a matching hoodie, no bra and no panties (at Malcol...
Friday afternoon, the phone rang at precisely 3:05pm. Ingrid picked it up knowing exactly who it would be. "You're nothing if not prompt, Steve," she said brightly. "Hi to you too. I promised to call and I keep my promises. By the way, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" He blurted this out so quickly she had to pause for a moment before answer...
Author's note: This is the third part of a five part novella. Each chapter is devoted to a different category of erotica: i.e. lesbian, group, interracial, BDSM, exhibitionism/voyeur (in that order). Although the five parts constitute a complete story I have tried to write each chapter so it could be enjoyed stand-alone as well (although I prefer you read th...
When Anya woke early the next morning, she found herself lying nestled against the side of the great beast that had fucked her until the moon was shining through the glass ceiling. Bellator had disappeared on and off during the day, sometimes for almost an hour one time, others he returned quickly with more bits of food to feed her, which he seemed to want t...
We slept for a couple of hours. Buster and Sadie finally woke us when it was past due for them to be fed. My little darling rolled over smiling at me as Sadie placed her muzzle on her side of the bed and whimpered. "I like your doggies, daddykins." She grinned. I smiled back at her sweet face, "I'm glad you do. But, why do you like calling me "daddykins"?...
Chapter 5 Nineteen, Going On Twenty About this time I decided to switch jobs. Actually, I met a guy who told me about this position at one of the big insurance company's downtown. The fact that it paid almost twice what I was making gave me the push I needed to investigate it. To my complete surprise, they hired me and I became a receptionist, girl Friday...
The car inched forward slowly, hardly moving a foot before the car in front stopped. The lights were green but the traffic just wasn't moving. She strained her neck, trying to look beyond the cars in front to see what the holdup was caused by. Stephanie sighed as she sat drumming her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. She couldn't see very far in f...
Ralph looked up into her eyes, she was wild with passion her movements almost maniac as she moved in deep practiced strokes up and down the length of his pole. Over and over, she rose up and then slammed down burring him deep inside her wonderfully muscled sheath, her tightness and warmth were amazing, as he lost track of all other sensory input. She was wea...