Vicky admired the rippling mountain of muscle directly above and in front of her as masculine hands pushed her ankles up higher, and then higher yet again. Behind him she could see the ceiling of her living room high above, her back on a sturdy long coffee table. His low, resonant voice spoke plainly "Does that feel good? Can you take more of it?" "Oh yea...
Chapter 10. "Attachment" "I work between 48 to 56 hours a week back home in Rhode Island and make $16.55 an hour. That's it. I'll tell you, I've been tempted many times. I could go across town to this club called Kittens Cabaret and probably make more money there dancing on a pole in one night than I make all week at the grocery store." "Oh, I know the f...
Saturday Evening When they came up the stairs out of the subway station on Stillwell Avenue Walter looked around. "So this is Coney Island," he said. "I've never actually been here before. I've heard about it and read about it all my life, of course. This is fun, something else to cross off my bucket list. I bet I know where we're going for dinner." "There...
Summary: Cheated on bride-to-be competes in wild sex games. Note 1: This is a Summer 2017 Contest Story!!! Note 2: Please note that some of my stories can be a bit extreme or out there... and of all my stories, this one may be one of the most fanciful and least believable... but it was very fun to write. I hope you enjoy this over-the-top story as I mangle...
Chapter One Trish took a moment or two to admire her latest suite. Hotel rooms in Dubai were supposedly the second most expensive in the world, she knew that. And she knew WWE wouldn't have skimped. As per usual they'd block-booked the topmost floors and here she was in the crème de la crème. It was hard to believe, really. A month ago she'd headlined in S...
Waya Collins. The weather was definitely warmer. Inola and I lay in bed, next to the roaring fire, reading. We'd pushed off most of the pile of quilts and blankets we usually slept under. I set down my novel and gazed at Inola's smooth skinned back and the upper curve of her hips. I slipped the blanket down, revealing her perfect rump. I traced my finger...
Apologies for the even longer than usual delay between chapters. A combination of exams, holidays, time-out and career choices have all been contributing factors, but I am back with Chapter 14. To bring you up to date, I have retained my rather masculine haircut which I remain thrilled with as it still has a deliciously sexy feel to it, and things have prog...
In the Watchtower, Power Girl practically vibrated with need. Here she'd almost gotten to see the famous Poison Ivy at work, maybe at the center of a circle-jerk with the whole Batclan or pleasuring herself with some vines, but fucking Batwoman had knocked her out and taken her inside. Once more, Karen was bored as hell; even worse now because for a moment t...
The airline check-in girl must have thought my wife Kelly was a real cloths horse. She checked the two large suitcases and I checked my one very small case. It did look like a lot of cloths for only a one-week trip to Laughlin, Nevada but the airline people didn't need to know the whole story. For several months now, my wife Kelly and I had been having them...
(Note: In the "note" in Part 1, I said that Part 2 would be Chapters Four through Seven, but actually, it's Chapters Three through Seven. Sorry about that.) Chapter Three Rachel Carlson stopped pedaling the stationary bike and looked over at Jackie, who was in recovery mode on the rowing machine. "You've got to be shitting me!" she exclaimed. "I want you...