This story is completely fiction. All the characters, and events, came out of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental, and was not the intent of the author. There are no persons in this story under eighteen years of age. A very rich woman makes a sex toy out of a poor working stiff. Early Friday m...
(On July 14th ever year the French celebrate La Fête Nationale, a holiday that here in the United States we call Bastille Day. It is celebrated with parades, period costuming and fireworks. Large parties with decorative food--blue, white, and red--also music and dance play a prominent part of the celebrations. This story is themed to fit that ... in my own o...
Chapter One "Damn!" I swore. "How could a person get lost going back to their own hometown?" I hadn't bothered with maps except to get near the right area. I figured I would remember the way once in the vicinity. I should have known better. I had definitely not inherited my mom's knack for finding where she was going. In fact, I would call myself geographic...
This is a follow on chapter to look but don't touch and is part of a series that deals with the idea of nymphs in modern times. Giselle found the scene in Matt's office bewildering. They had lain coupled together for some time. It seemed as if Matt would continuously pump his hot cum into her willing virginal pussy and the endorphins would flood their sense...
Mystic Vice – Hunter's Moon It was looking like tonight was going to be the same old routine. Its ten to midnight and my colleagues and I are walking down the overgrown driveway of an old farm house. It was immediately obvious something was up. There's no reason for twenty something cars to be parked at an old, abandoned farmhouse in the middle of nowhere...
MUNICH/THE BLACK FOREST, BRUSSELS, EARLY/MID JUNE LUKE, MAGDA As they trooped out, I sighed and sat back. That was it for the week, and tomorrow I'd be in Munich. I closed my eyes and tried to stretch the kinks out of my spine. Six hours teaching with one short break is no picnic. I thought of my hold-all lying next door, packed and ready, and chided mysel...
This last chapter in the origins of James Coltez has been a labor of love. I hope you enjoy it. *** The time for answers had finally arrived. But James hesitated. This is a lonely path I walk. Do I really want to do this? He thought about everything he would give up. That didn't take long. He had lost his job, a job that he never liked in the first place...
"Archie, for the love of Pete, would you please turn down that damn music so I can hear Nadeen," Nancy screamed at the boy, while covering the cell phone receiver with the palm of her hand. She was sitting in the middle of a king-sized bed with a couple of pillows behind her back. A loose housecoat gaped open revealing most of her bosom and belly. Her bare l...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...
Round 1 Ashley Valentine was lying on the bottom bunk of her room and pissed off about it. The fiendish blood within her boiled at the thought of being cooped up in a small ship while it sailed between terra firma and Gallefri, their nearest moon. The mercenary company she was serving with was currently negotiating for more members with a group of construct...