At Orly I tried for the third time to reach the doctor whose name I had been give, but to no avail. He was either not able to come to the phone or not in every time I called so in frustration I dialed the number of Gisela Hojer to see if she knew anything about Martin's condition. A woman answered the phone and when I asked to speak to Gisela Hojer she answ...
This story is an entry in the 2018 Halloween Contest. Please vote! Svend Jurgensen loves Halloween. It's the one night of the year the tall dirty blond Swede can indulge in sweet earthly delights. He walked into a bar of costumed revelers, looking for a drink and a wayward soul. It didn't take long for him to get what he wanted. The bartender served him a b...
The boys sat in the car and stared at the club. It didn't look like they expected. The building was dirty and old, plain brick with a flat top roof. The sign for the club that just said "Crimson" was regular red neon, just like anywhere else you would go. They had come here specifically because of what the bar was supposed to be, but by the looks of it, it c...
Date: January 6 Location: Lindbergh Spaceport, San Diego, California This was it! Washington thought excitedly. The day he'd been waiting for! He recalled how enthused he'd been the previous night, when he'd gotten the call that the Space Relations would be arriving at approximately one o' clock the next day. He called up every single one of his brand new...
Date: Scratching head here. Location: In case you missed it earlier, somewhere at the edge of the populated galaxy. "Let's boogie!" Mark, the lead singer of the Milky Way Misfits, declared to the four Space Corps personnel manning their stations on the SCS Space Relations. Captain Washington swung his official chair around and faced the singer first. Seco...
Who's story do we follow? [Note: All Age-Play involved is non-sexual in nature. Any sexual content must be done with consenting parties of 18 years or older.]What's next? Kirsty Daniel Elliot What's next? Kirsty Daniel Elliot...
The first day in port was St. Thomas, USVI. Mona had heard Casey come in the previous night, saying goodnight to Young Tom at the cabin door with a long kiss. Why can't I be more like her, Mona wondered. I'm so plain,and she's so vibrant! That Tom was 20 years younger than both of us. I can't even get a married 80 year old to look at me! Which was not true...
After careful review, this chapter contains no sex, but it does, however, explain the characters and sets up the plot for the remaining chapters which should all have explicit sex in them. You can still skip this chapter if you prefer and pick up the basic plot. Author's note; this story is fiction and you will find several things altered. The gang known as...
What the Morning Brings I had to wait a full hour before the lovely Mistress Pantoufle and the other Latex Girls returned from their hunt, marching single file through the front door of the Club. Molly and one of the 'generic' Subs carried on their shoulders a length of old pipe between them - which sagged with the dangling weight of the bare-assed and hog...
Simon was alone, in his bunk bed, wearing only his underpants. It was 7.45am and the sea swelling outside the porthole was oily-grey. A banging at the door had awaked him - or was that the banging at the door last night? He remembered the previous evening's events with astonishing clarity, a mixture of shame sauced with sharp, deep pangs of excited pleasur...