The following is a sequel to 'Vegas'. You may gain more enjoyment by familiarising yourself with that story before reading on. CHAPTER ONE: ONE YEAR LATER Daniel sat quietly at the final table, waiting for the television formalities to be completed. It would soon be time to resume play from where they had finished the night before. It was the last tourn...
Part Time Film Career Sylvia was visiting Marianne at home for an afternoon cup of tea and a girlie chat. The two had been friends since going to work for the same company a year ago. The two girls were in their twenties Marianne was 25, Sylvia a little older at 27. Sylvia was still single with no steady boyfriend at the moment. Marianne had been married t...
I adjusted the dimension of the wall on the computer monitor in front of me. I glanced up at the TV screen when I heard the news anchor talking about a murder committed in nearby Ocala. The first thing I saw was a long view showing Sally, my wife, and David, my best friend, stepping from a motel door in the background. She had left work early to do some shop...
Writing porn is usually a very lonely process, and if it weren't for the great encounters some of my stories are based on, and the great encounters that follow some of my stories, I wouldn't be doing it. This is about some of the more unexpected outcomes of forays into smut. My friend Novella, upon hearing that I'm also a writer of porn, thought it would b...
Cunt Copyright © 2014 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Written by Charlie the Wanking Wanker, voiced by Kingswoman. A number of fans wrote to me to say how much they enjoy hearing a lady say 'cunt'. Inspired by this, and by my Bus Ride story, Charlie the Wanking Wanker has written this beautiful prose poem on the theme. Imitation is the sincere...
Feminazi key holder. "Starting bids at $1 to purchase this man?" That question was the beginning of the end of my life as a free man. I had fallen foul of the new debtor laws. Essentially we had returned to Roman style indentured servitude when made bankrupt. Your debt was sold to the highest bidder and you were their legal property for life. "I bid $1",...
Caroline woke up around mid afternoon. The good thing about being an X-tress was that the hours were flexible; you could do as many was you wanted, or as little as you liked. As long as the agency got a cut they didn't care. Yawning, she stretched out and decided to take a shower. She closed the shower door. "On, normal," She said out loud, and water washed...
Sometimes, I wonder how common Black kinky folks are. Perhaps my husband Samuel Zenith and I are unicorns. My name is Whitney Felicien-Zenith, and I’m a tall, curvaceous young woman descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eleven, caramel-hued, with light gray eyes and a voluptuous body that is simply to die for. I live in the suburb of Kanat...
Where I am is something I cannot tell. How long I have been here is getting harder to keep track of. What my prisoners want is information, a fact that I dare not give up. I am a sexual prisoner in Sex City and if you are reading this, please help! I gaze upon the beach as dumb blondes and dumb jocks walk hand and hand. Perhaps before admitting as to why th...
Well I have never had such a wide range of comments ranging from very negative to very positive. I apologize to those readers that were offended by the first chapter but please remember that it is a fictional story about sex. I do thank all those who encouraged me to write a second chapter. I also received many e-mails with suggestions to include in the stor...