Jasmine sat alone at a table in the coffee shop across the street from her office. She had planned to get a drink to go but at the last minute decided to sit at one of the small tables and enjoy a little alone time. She sipped her coffee, watched the people come and go and imagined what she how might enjoy her devoted little Justine the next time they were t...
Carla and I had been planning this night for weeks. My heart pounded in my chest as we entered the dark vestibule and Carla knocked softly on the door. A sliver of light shined through the tiny opening as an almost hidden panel slid sideways in the heavy wooden door. "Password?" A husky male voice whispered through the tiny opening. Carla replied, "John...
Note- NOBODY on this site will know this tv show from 1963 unless they grew up in England during the sixties. There was even a top five hit of the theme tune. I myself relate more to the weekly strip version that ran in TV21 comic illustrated by Bill Noble. So, this is my XXX version of the Gerry Anderson puppet show featuring porn stars Bree Olson as Venus...
This story is pure fiction. * * * * * It was Friday morning, four days ago the Williams sisters had seduced Jennifer Capriati, two days ago they had forced Martina Hingis to sleep with them. Today they had found the next letter of their blackmailer in their mailbox: Dear Ladies: What a fantastic tape you sent me there. I am very very impressed. You sh...
Mel, or Melanie, was another one of my students. She was also Venus' buddy, and they were often seen studying together. They made quite a pair, Mel and Venus, not least because they were so different -- where Venus was tall and curvaceous, Mel was smaller built and slender. Venus' skin was a lovely bronze whilst Mel's was a creamy white. And where Venus' hai...
Research. That's what was needed. It would be worth it. Finding a policewoman to date isn't easy, but I had a plan. I spent months lurking in the shadows, figuring out which streetwalker was the police decoy. And that wouldn't even be the hard part, I reminded myself. I'd have to pretend I didn't know that she was the decoy. Finally, I figured it out. T...
This story is just fiction. The next morning Serena went downstairs to the kitchen. Venus was already sitting there having breakfast. "Hi Hon, slept well?" "No, very bad. Couldn't forget about the letter." "Me too. I thought about it all night. ... We had a letter in the mailbox this morning. I think it's from him. But I haven't read it yet." "Then open i...
I thought of trying to explain to Venus what had gone on and why it was Angie and I were having sex, but I knew it would only make things worse. I would only have made myself look defensive and worse, I'd also risk alienating Angie. Since our last encounter, she seemed to have unilaterally decided that we were an item, and placed her arm around my waist as w...
The torch in Cecilia's hand illuminated the dark corridor of the catacombs, as she carefully walked around the corner, sword in her other hand. She moved in such a way so as to minimize the noise of her plate armor, just in case something was waiting in ambush. As Cecilia rounded the corner, she peered into yet another dark and damp corridor. Her torch cast...
Author's note. This is the most challenging story I've written, having never had the experience before. I was blocked by the actual act, and life took over for a while, but my thoughts often returned to Venus and Dion out there, loving one another in the desert. Finally, after a long break I picked it back up, wanting to fulfill the commitment made to a dea...