I'm out at a club on a Saturday night when I see you – looking lovely standing there in a short green skirt and a white lace blouse, your legs shown off to great effect by a pair of pumps. From the way the light shines off your beautiful tan I can tell you aren't wearing any stockings or hose underneath. After we trade a few glances and smiles I pick up my b...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 40). This story c...
Note: Just a short side story to The Lost Lord, purely for masturbation material. I whipped this up in about three hours, so it shouldn't be terribly great, I figured Little Rouge could use a little loving, with five other guys. She talks weird. I just made her drag out single letter and two letter words for fun Little Rouge: Sex in the City "Rouge, may I...
Amanda Hamilton thought to herself how lucky she was. She had married Ryan Hamilton two years ago not just because he made her laugh and not because he was so very good looking but because he was extremely rich. Ryan had gained his wealth after his father had died unexpectedly four years before they met. His father, Henry Hamilton, had gained considerable w...
originally published in Ophelia’s Muse May 2002 Lamps sputtered against dank subterranean air as he squinted at the papers. Fuel fumes stirred a bouillabaisse of tobacco, coffee, soup, sweat and mildew. The muted breath of those around him sounded more distant than the trickle of sewers beyond the chamber walls. “I’ll be dammed,” Bradley muttered in En...
Stacy, who was tending to a customer in a room next door, heard the commotion coming from the room Jane was in. She went out and knocked on Jane's door. "Jane?" Stacy called, "is everything okay in there?" Jane had to think fast. She dragged the body onto the bed laying it on its stomach. Then she went to the door and opened it a crack. "Never better," Ja...
Progress Report on 22-year-old male, professional gymnast Subject: Recovery from elective vertebrae-splitting, vertebrae-compression and vertebrae-enhancement operations, and functionality of vertebral column. Date: July 30, 2020 Patient has recovered sufficiently from experimental vertebrae-enhancement procedure. All eight of the vertebral segments that...
My husband, Don, considers himself a feminist. But I prefer to think of him as a theoretical feminist - the kind of guy who espouses equality, but when it comes down to the nitty gritty of actions, isn't quite ready to go full feminist. This story tells how I took the inconsistency between his words and his deeds and reconciled them in a fun and sexy way. D...
It was the last Friday in March. We were having a leaving party at work for Simon, who was moving to another office after having worked as my assistant for the last two years. I was sorry to see him go. We had got along very well and despite our age difference had flirted with each other a few times. We had never allowed the friendship to go beyond those bri...
My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Votes and commen...