The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Hi again, readers! Hope you enjoy this juicy little bit...thanks for your great comments on my other stories... * I was walking through the streets of the little Central American town, headed to one of its many markets. Founded by the Spanish over 500 years ago, it's nestled in a ring of mostly-dormant volcanoes. You can still see the occasional plume of...
Allan Knawtee waited nervously in Old Town Square, clutching his hands in anticipation, knowing that his name would be called next. The poor unfortunate in front of him had just received a dozen severe whacks with the heavy wooden paddle on his bare bottom, and was now being unstrapped from the whipping platform. Naked from the waist down, he was led through...
Malone breathed through his nose as he stared at the beautiful masseuse. "It's quite a name, Sapphire." She giggled, and tossed her hair. "It's not just a professional name, you know...My mom was a hippie loser and called me Saffron, and I changed it." "Well, it's nice and-" Sapphire pinched the skin under Malone's cock head between her forefinger and h...
Manuel lived in an old part of town. Narrow cobblestone streets with squares and shops all around. There was one square near his house that he frequented. There were always plenty of people around and he enjoyed the entertainment of people watching. One lady in particularly caught his attention. Tall and blond this lady appeared to be around forty-five. Sh...
Victoria smiled as she admired her reflection in the huge floor to ceiling mirror wall in her elegant private dressing salon. She was glad the war was over; it was good to wear white gloves and nylons again. Examining her image more critically she adjusted her hat just a tad so her lovely blonde bangs peaked out just so. Now that the occupation was over th...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
It had been a brilliant, beyond-all-expectations holiday. Quite incredible - the best ever ... And it wasn't over yet. No. Because if today went as planned, it wouldn't just be the icing on his cake, but the cherry and the hundreds and thousands too. What a great, value-for-money investment his It's a Funny Old World travel guide had been. It was how he'...
It'd been three weeks now. Mark Oberlin's wolf was beginning to grow restless. He scanned the square again as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. "Hello?" he murmured, careful not to draw attention to himself. "Hey Mark, it's me, Alex. Are you still chasing that random chick?" Mark took the phone away from his face and rolled his eyes at it. Stupid A...
*This is an edited and longer version of what I had first written. I combined and rewrote chapters 03 and 04 to hopefully create a more cohesive work. Please enjoy. All characters are 18 years old or older. Thank you for reading (again)! ***** Darcy stood in the kitchen kneading the dough before placing it into the oven. Baking was always a relaxing activ...