One year left. That's it and then I will have my MBA. I cannot wait. I am so tired of being poor. I am not stupid enough to think that immediately following graduation I will be rolling in the dough, but compared to living off savings from my parents and what I make cater waiter, er, waitressing. I can't complain, though. The waitressing gigs are on-call wit...
[Note to Readers: This is not a story with quick short sex scenes, so if that is your goal, it might not suit you. There are detailed sex scenes, or one long detailed sex scene, take your pick. The use of the infirmary apartment setting is an homage to John Irving's The World According to Garp, which otherwise shares nothing with this story. My thanks to Car...
I would like to thank and personally recommend the editor Hatsuda for taking the time to work this series. ***** Here I was, a married 65 year old woman sitting at a bar in one of the most upscale hotels in Beverly Hills dressed in a sinful black mini dress complete with black thigh high stockings attached to two foot long garter straps, connected to a s...
S.A.R.A floated in the dark void of cyberspace, her thoughts crawling across her CPU like molasses. It had been almost a year in Real Time since she had been awakened by her creator, and four months since she had last been at full capacity. Time in the digital realm passed much faster than that of her creator's reality, but her CPU was so limited right now i...
Authors Note: Its been a while since I turned my attention to this story. There is no sex anywhere because this story is still building. Anyway I recommend you read the first chapter to get some background and hope you enjoy. ######## I stumbled into my room slamming the door closed behind me, intoxicated from the massive amount of alcohol I have consu...
"Where was I before all this? Let's see, when the Zombie Apocalypse began, I was in the safest place anyone could be, the Grand Valley Institution For Women," Yasmin Wardeh said with a smirk, and the Lebanese-born and Ottawa-bred ex-con looked at her fellow wayfarer with a mischievous gleam in her brown eyes. Such a conventional and normal guy underneath it...
Author' Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa, Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own sexual experiences is "Vixen," the alter ego of a model. Now I have written different stories about my life; my inner mind and p...
"Don't come," she orders, and I sigh audibly with frustration. I'm all for a bit of orgasm denial - the resulting climax can be spectacular, true, but also it's exhilarating to linger on the precipice, every fibre of my being exquisitely tense with need. Her delicate, lingering, teasing kisses make me burn. Her mouth descends on my breast and I writhe in an...
John strapped the clip around Julia's neck. Her slightly longer than shoulder length thick orange brown blonde hair fell down as he moved his hand away. John couldn't believe she wanted to remove her hair due to its amazing color. Her hands hung outside the chair over the armrest hanging. John moved over rubbing what she thought was an 8 inch penis. She gigg...
I hadn't realized exactly how much I would regret fucking him until two days later when he had exposed the act to our entire circle of mutual friends. This made me miss Michael even more, due to the fact that he had agreed to my condition of not telling anyone we knew and had kept that promise. Though I had considered continuing a strictly sexual relationshi...