This short story takes on the question of why all Leprechauns are male... sort of. I knew the Pixies were messing with me earlier. They waited until I published my first story before bringing me this one. Like all my Celtic stories, some of this is historical fact, some is Irish myth, and some is straight out of my warped and twisted imagination. I will lea...
I sat in the lounge waiting for my suite to be ready. I had to sit opposite that fucking useless movie "star", who thinks her shit doesn't smell. Well fuck her, I make just as much money. Like all us supermodels I don't get out of bed for less than 25,000 pounds a day. Being a fashion model isn't easy, you know. There's the endless cat walk stuff, the fucki...
The bell rang as he pushed the door open. He was the only customer, unsurprisingly as it was late afternoon. Ravi, his usual barber, wasn't there. Nobody was, but there were interesting sounds coming from the door at the back of the wee shop. Then a face emerged, a rather flushed face: -Sorry, I'll be with you in a minute. -That's OK, no rush. The sound o...
First there's me. I'm not that tall. I'm also not that short. Some might call me "normal". But really, I'm anything but. I'm also blonde. I'm also skinny. I'm mainly blonde. All over. That's right. Even my pubic hairs are blonde. Sometimes I dye them brown though so I can fit in better. Then there's you. You're not that tall. You're also not that...
(JANICE) Look back twelve years. 1987. I was a nobody. Just this shy wee virgin. I was 18 years old and I wanted to be a punk. I wanted to be a punk and I wanted to get laid. Everyone I knew claimed to have been living the carnal life for at least the past two years. My best friend Janice - this kooky black girl with spiked hair and a delicate little...
Dear Shoeblossom: Having enjoyed so many of your letters from BDSM enthusiasts in the States, I thought I would tell you about my husband, Conrad, the Canadian Cuckold. (Catchy?) My husband Conrad and I are at the Levinger's party, socializing, but of course he is almost ignoring all the other women there, he just gazes earnestly, plucking my arm...he is i...
She unstuck herself from sleep. Light was glowing round the edges of the blind and she pushed it up, yawning. Her eyes narrowed as the plane tilted and she caught the full glory of the sunrise; an infinity of Atlantic below, glinting and flashing in the light, and on the east horizon the joy of morning. Light diffused sideways by low white clouds into a fain...
Mark Thane, Gun-For-Hire, former mercenary, expedition leader -- he was stood in front of Laura Roft, with his large dick in his hand, and was showering her with his deliciously hot golden stream. For some reason, he had tied her up and she could not move but there again, why would she when his cock spray felt so amazing as it impacted against her flesh? Hi...
Author's note: This is my first venture into exploring a dom/sub relationship. It is not autobiographical, just pure imagination. I would welcome helpful comments from those more experienced with this lifestyle and genre. ***** He blinked awake to the noise of the city stirring. He was cuddled into Elena's back, his cock hard in her asscrack. He licked her...
Although detractors see wrestling only as a pure fight, wrestling isn’t only that. Its also domination, the pleasure to be above everyone else. This story is about that, domination over the other fighter, male or female. But there will be another components on this story about wrestling: the erotism and humiliation that the fight will bring. The match will s...