Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- A Wild Cat Did Growl. The enemy of my enemy is the enemy I'll kill last. -- Klingon Proverb Once the bodies were disposed of and the prisoners locked away safely in the dungeon, the Reeve returned to the scene of the carnage just as Teela and I were finishing our clean up. I kept my black battle suit on and my weapons close by in c...
FOREWORD The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read fairly well all alone, but... By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available ch...
Dear Nicole, Yes, you're so right! It was just awesome how much fun I was having! Felicia and I spent many hours after school at my house, since both my parents worked and my mom didn't get home until 5:30. We'd work on homework together and then have some sexy fun for an hour or so until she got home. God, there was a stretch of about two months from Janua...
Back in England when I was much younger in 1959, they had these huge working men's clubs and every year they would get up several bus or train trips to the coast. Well one time I went on a train trip to the coast with several other young guys who were the same age as I was. Being as most of us had just barely reached the age of being able to legally drink...
As the teenager mounted the stairs he heard a sound and paused with his foot on the top step to listen. He had been working all day helping his parents prepare for their party. They had moved all the furniture around, prepared the food, the barbecue and outdoor furniture. His parents had a large group of friends who took it in turns to hold a party occasiona...
I recall the first time I saw her. My son was doing some yard work at my old place to help me out and he brought along a time shifted vision. She was dressed like something out of the late 60s early 70s, a time when I started High School. She had long, straight brown hair that was held in place with a small braided headband and fell to her mid back. She was...
It had happened to me once before; many years ago. Ages before, I had experienced a similar set of feelings. The feeling that my body did not belong to me and that I shared it with someone else. That it was like a third party, an inanimate object that my mind could leave, and look back upon. It had firstly happened in my late teens when I was eighteen or ni...
This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. Over the years I remembered the incident in the Waiting Room as if it had happened yesterday. I had played it over and over in my mind at least once a week and the secret pleasure it gave me was incredible....
"Yes Tim," I spoke into the telephone to my friend, partner, occasional helper and drinking buddy. "You rang earlier. What can I do for you on this bright and sunny day?" "You might think it's bright and sunny, Sam," he groaned back at me. "But I've got myself in a bit of a pickle, and could do with some help mate." What? Sam got himself into a pickle? An...
************ Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site, you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-) This story contains Male/Male sex, Male/Female sex and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off! This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. I hope you enjoy it and fee...