There are two things in my life that determine a day when Hell freezes over. First, the Atlanta Falcons making it to the Super Bowl. Second, meeting a nice saucy wench with a bodacious set of ta-ta's and nymphomaniac-like tendencies with no qualms about sucking a gargantuan pillar of Roman manhood 24-hours a day. Let me tell you about an evening when the Dev...
I stood in front of the mirror, looking over my shoulder, vainly admiring the deep, branded mark on my right buttock. The club's insignia, of a riding crop and the outline of a woman's body. When I touched it, ever so gently, it was still tender, as was the memory of the awful, searing pain off the red-hot iron burning into my delicate flesh. But the memory...
If you are new to my series I hope you will you will take a minute to comment, rate the story and tell me what you like, and more importantly what you don't like about this story, thereby, with any luck, making my stories better over time. Thanks. ***** Across the table from one another the next morning, over coffee, Ursula surprised Charlie when she opene...
Tripletit 01 was posted as Tripletit Tripletit 02 was posted as Saving the Planet Tripletit Tripletit 03 was posted as Journey to Tripletit Tripletit 04 was posted as Tripletit Welcome This story is out of the sequence: Tripletit 21 was posted as Tripletit Panty Raid Tripletit 01: First Encounter by oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan July 2004. Edited...
As opening day approached at our new club near Almería, our preparations became more urgent, and I decided to take Martina into my confidence as a sort of second-in-command, to fulfil the role I had started to take on under Doña Francisca at the club we had so recently left behind. Sergio was in full agreement, especially as it meant the three of us sleeping...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2016 Sexual Practices of Al-KharijahLittle Red Riding VeilThe Three Little PigsGolden-Hair and the Three BearsThe Last Days of Al-Kharijah Sexual Practices of Al-Kharijah I am Jazeera, granddaughter of Sheik Abdul Azziz bin Sultan bin Mofstaffa al Bedou, the absolute ruler of the kingdom of Al-Kharijah. It is the year of...
Cynthia was an old friend. She and I had been good friends for a long time. I knew her, and trusted her with my life and heart. She had never failed me. It was at her instigation that I went out with a dear friend of hers. This friend was someone from another group, another gathering that I had never met. Cynthia was a friend, but she also had her secrets to...
Act Five: Just Desserts Chapter Two: Whatever May Come Concrete fractured into ragged slabs as it fell and struck the ground. Dee and Black Cherry disappeared in an acrid storm of grit and pulverized rock. The noise was deafening, a rolling thunderclap. Ears ringing, Yves huddled on the pavement drawing himself around Raspberry as best he could. Raspberry...
If not for the ability to mask one's presence, the bridge below would have been filled with gawkers. Some shouting words of encouragement, while others felt the need to taunt, screaming jump, using this as a platform to purge the frustrations felt in their own lives. Officials would've had to beat back the crowd of spectators so they could do their jobs. Th...
Note: There is no actual sex in this chapter. I couldn't figure out how to put any in without it feeling choppy. So you guys will have to deal until the next chapter, which is being proofread and will be submitted by the end of next week. Excuse any spelling or grammar errors; I can't seem to find an editor. +++++++++++++++++ Darla backed into a corner as...