This is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story, or Retribution chapters 1, 2 and 3, can be found in the “Dilemma” series. *...
This is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story, or Retribution chapter 1, can be found in the “Dilemma” series. The referen...
There's this new girl at work, they always get young people coming in, but in Ethan's line of work, they don't get women of her caliber at all. He always could find a woman outside of work, either in his private messages or after a night out in town. With deep, baby blue eyes like the darkest parts of the oceans, auburn hair clicked back and tapered at the s...
The ambience backstage at Lincoln Center for Performing Arts looked hectic and somewhat wild, just like rushing around the Grand Central Terminal; everybody was vigorously busy! Models, hairstylists, makeup artists, and assistant dressers were moving around frantically getting ready for the show. Clearly, they were trying to make something spectacular after...
This is the account of an incident that occurred to my then 24-year-old uncle, Mike, late in May, in London. Mike and his fiancée, Alice, are principals in the series Alice, My Uncle and Me, and Cross-Country with My Uncle. He got on at the Knightsbridge tube station. He was remarkably good looking, after the English fashion. Trim, close to six feet, probab...
Thanks so much for all of your comments! Now that I know that people are actually reading my story and really like it, I'm going to try to start posting a new chapter at least every week, as long as I keep getting a response. Thanks again! * When I open the front door to my house, I'm already hard. I'm going to be home alone for an entire night, and I have...
Part 1 "BECK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" The sound of her shrill scream could have been picked up by a deaf man. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention from sorting out her shoes. From high heels to ballet flats, color coordinated and by designer. Is it necessary to have 200 pairs of shoes? Who the fuck was Christian Louboutin anyway? She came flying up the...
Note- This is purely fiction and is not based on actual events. xxx I had such a wonderful time reuniting with my fellow actor friends that I eagerly organised a similar evening soon after. This time a girl's night out. Or in, actually. I had fulfilled my dream of being the willing subject in a gangbang and fancied I could top it with a seven girl daisy ch...
Moria walked back down to the back of the bus and handed Robbin her bag. She walked into the tiny bathroom and Robbin walked in after her, pulling the door shut and locking it. "What was that squeal?" Robbin asked. "Lars waking us up," Moria replied. "Why'd you yell?" "He pulled the curtains open and sprayed water on us." "Oh, okay." "Yeah . . . Hunter...
PROLOGUE: "What was I doing in an adult toy store?" I asked myself, grinning, as I hefted the container of expensive sex-lube. Cymrick Beckham didn't need porn. Married to the hottest wife in town, what need did I have for DVDs of other folks having commercial sex? Nevertheless, smiling like many another man, I let my eye scan along the racy, sexy titles o...