[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY HAS A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] [Husband's only asset is his gorgeous wife; he also has a failing dance studio; why not save the cost of an instructor by having incredibly sexy wife teach slow dancing to well-hung...
It began innocently enough -- on my part, at least. Really sort of accidentally -- this quest of mine. What has become my search, my life! Dave had taken me to an afternoon, outdoor concert, and we were really rocking to the tunes, standing among the crowd, just back of what they used to call the mosh-pit. At the end of one particularly long song, Dave turn...
You present yourself to Me. Your brunette tresses are done up in pigtails and you are wearing My collar around your neck and leather cuffs around your ankles and wrists. The collar and cuffs are made from red leather, which contrasts perfectly with the creamy complexion of your soft, smooth skin. The cuffs on your wrists and ankles are not yet interconnected...
Tanya was in her room minding her own damn business when her friend Kate came in looking like she wanted to win some kind of award for sluttiest outfit. She wore some kind of strange black one piece on with a diamond cut out for her belly button with a shiny heart shaped tattoo sinking just out of view on her midriff, her breasts pushed up, exposing as much...
"Craig's just got to be calling my cell right now," Leslie's distraught voice of rationality tried to speak up over the cataclysmic din ringing in her ears. Watching Britney's head descend between her thighs once again, Leslie knew she didn't have much more time to dissect the ramifications of what she was doing before it would be too late. "When I don't a...
"Identify sources of anger, huh?" Mirin muttered over her morning coffee. She'd gone out drinking last night, the echoes of a hangover still throbbing in her head, as did the words of her therapist. Her left cheek was swollen from a short fight, which hadn't sobered her at all. Erin was later made to take the brunt of her drunken frustrations. "What?" Her m...
The flat looked pretty much the same as the other residents on the street. Aged in the special care all English tenement houses have acquired since the last world war. However I wasn't so much interested in the landscape, or the architecture as I was the young married Goddess who had at last answered the door. "Mrs. Adams?" I inquired. "Yes?" Her voice an...
Chapter 7 Flirting with Disaster "Something smells good," grunted Titus walking into the dining room. "Mmmph," agreed David, chewing his chicken. Beth's smile had left her face as soon as she heard Titus' motorcycle pull up. "Beth cooked me dinner," he said after swallowing. Titus looked down the table. Arrayed on the top was a roast chicken, mashed potat...
Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as wel...
Horse CondomEdited by Thegreat_pretender "So, how long have you two been married?" Keyhole asked as she cut her pancake stack down the middle. "Well, about five years now, hehe, right babe?" Della asked in between shoving pancakes in her mouth. "Yeah, about five years," Willy agreed, taking a bite of her pancakes. "Oh, that's nice! You all seem to get al...