By Likegoodwine copyrighted February 2012 Here's another story for you. It will be published in 3 parts. There is almost no sex to speak of in this one. Enjoy! Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing. Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Chapter 1 My name is Allan Smith. I am a private detective. I normally in...
The super rich residents of an enclave out of Chicago gathered in fantastic-looking custom-made costumes for one of their occasional mixed social events of the year. The occasion was Halloween and most arrived poolside already boisterous, a polite way of saying drunk. The perimeter electrified fences enclosing the enclave were 8-feet high and the fast-shutt...
Dan Harris looked out of his window on a clear Thursday summer morning. May is always a fickle month in Missouri, so he took a look at his thermometer: it was 70 degrees at 8:00AM, so the day promised to be on the warm side after the previous night's storms. Glancing across the little trailer park, he saw his buddy Alan's fan swirling inside the screen windo...
Julie ushered the four inebriated, simpering, sluts from Accounts out the front door and closed it after them, snapping the deadlock lock over and turning to grin wolfishly at us. There were just the three of us left now. She maintained her sexy smile as she walked back past us, knowing that both myself and Marcus's gaze would be glued to the sight of her ti...
Ramis woke up staring down the haft of a pitchfork. Behind the pitchfork was a patiently furious farmer. He blinked, then reflexively yawned and started to stretch in the hay. This earned him a jab with the pitchfork across the forearm "Wait! You don't want to do that." Was what came out after an undignified yelp. This elicited no response from the wea...
It was now Monday morning, and the only thing Joe had on his mind was kissing Sandi. It had only been two nights ago that she snuck outside and kissed him properly good night, right before dropping down and swallowing every drop of cum juice he could muster. All while her husband was just steps away inside the house. Each time he closed his eyes all he cou...
Readers Piss Fantasy In Print Spoilt, rich kids amaze and intrigue me in equal measures. In my position as purveyor of pornography of ill repute, giving the public some of the dirtiest, nastiest, hardcore pornography legally available on the market I have come across all kinds of girls (literally in most cases!). From ghetto bitches looking for cash for cra...
Holly was drenched in sweat, her head hung down and she stood still listening to the playback over the headphones. She looked up and grinned raising a thumb to me. I grinned back and raised a thumb in response. Mike, Bobby and Mac sat looking pleased with themselves, the audio was perfect, the tune familiar and we were recording our first album. Holly look...
Jersey Central Railroad Station, Jersey City, New Jersey, 9:55 Am. on Friday, the 26th of August 1947: My family and I had arrived at the station on the Leigh Valley's last morning commuter at 8:59 Am., riding from South Plainfield. I'm Josef von Franz, nineteen years old, graduated Summa cum Laude from Bound Brook High School and an All State Football Runn...
(Definitely not a stroke story. No actual sex in this story, just a lot of thinking about it.) John lifted the cell phone laying on the computer desk and looked at it. He had already programmed the number in and his finger hovered over the "send" button. With a defeated sigh he laid the phone back down. Again. How many times had he done this, he wondered....