*Thank you guys so much for the comments on the last chapter. It's great to hear that you're enjoying the sequel, and I certainly hope that I'll continue to do a good job at keeping you entertained. I appreciate you all So Very Much for taking the time to read, vote, and comment. I hope you enjoy this chapter. **************** Dane had Jeneda up against th...
"Oh, hi!" Nikki sounded bubbly and happy when I called her after a fitful night. I wondered what she looked like right then—I pictured her hair all a mess early in the morning and lying in bed still naked...maybe her fingers would play with her pussy and she would pretend it was me. "So...I can't talk long; I'm in the kitchen getting some coffee for Andy, an...
The "Mourning Dove" sailed bravely ahead of the gale, her canvas stripped to the main staysails and the spritsail to keep her before the wind. She labored up the rise of one mountainous wave to plunge heavily into the trough with a sickening screech as her timber bones flexed inside her oak planked skin. The loose ends of cables and sheets whipped against th...
Author's note: This is my entry into the 2017 Valentine's Day contest. I came up with the idea from a simple line in the refrain of a song on the radio; the story blooming outward in my mind in both directions. I was motivated to write it in three days because it wouldn't leave me alone until I did. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. ~...
Foreword: This is VERY LOOSELY BASED on the Paula Broadwell/General Petraeus scandal. HOWEVER, I want to make it perfectly clear that this is just a work of fiction, and isn't to be taken as fact or even that seriously. :P This is a spy tale that has a cheating slut wife in it. If you take it too seriously, that's Not My Problem. lol I still hope everyone...
Leah. Leeeee-ah. She moaned fitfully, emerging from a sleep that felt as deep and dark as Goodman Miller's millpond. Leeee-ah. The voice, crooning. And then a laugh. A laugh that seemed familiar. High, shrill, tittering, a laugh like rusty nails and icicles. Pain. Sharp and twisting. At the tip of one breast, then the other. Leah gasped. Something w...
I sat there at the gate steaming about why they hadn't started boarding the damn plane yet. It was already fifteen minutes late for takeoff and they hadn't let on a single passenger. Of course, being a seasoned traveler I should be used to this, but it seemed more frustrating that for some reason. I'd finished a long weekend of overtime getting a presentatio...
As another day bloomed on the tropical island, she couldn't help thinking about what the evening might bring? Was it possible to OD on kink? In the back of her mind she wondered if she could overdo it and become blasé? Certainly would not want that to happen -- she was enjoying this too much. She vowed to discus it with her new friends later. For now the poo...
Copyright 2008 by A. Wanker. All rights reserved. It's not surprising that I didn't hear Stacy come in, for I was completely focused on the beautiful, round, back end of my neighbor, Kathy, who was face down on the bed with her pale white ass up in the air, fingering her clit while I drove my rock hard cock into her soaking wet pussy. Each stroke produced...
"Orgasms," she explained. Professor Lily's rose flower, which grew naturally from her scalp, seemed to shrink back into a bud, and retreat under her thick mane of forest-green hair. A sure sign that the buxom forest nymph was distressed. "That's why Dryads seem to be bound to their trees; Orgasms." She and the pink-haired pixie, Lisaeluriel (Lisa for short)...