Once a week I find time to have a day to myself. With all the stress of work, and a hectic social life I find that it can be the day in the week that I really look forward to. My time, I call it. I have a lie in and wake whenever my body tells me to not when the alarm does! Then I get up, have a coffee and head down to the small and intimate five-star hotel...
Dear Jen, This is probably the most difficult thing I've ever had to write. I'm writing in desperation and because I love you so much. I know that I was the one to suggest an open marriage. I had just had my ego stroked by the redheaded woman you saw me with at the club last night. She made me feel like I was still desirable when she flirted with me last w...
Chapter 06: I Got The Blues For Red After admiring my craftsmanship and having saved it on camera, I came to stand in front of joeie. I looked down on his whimpering form yet draped over the pillow, sniffing and sniveling. I undid the tie to my robe, baring the front of my body, and reached down to once again take him by the hairs of his nape. I then yanked...
I woke up to the darkness of midnight. It was quite in the bedroom where I lay. I could hear the soft sounds of the crickets in the woods far off. I went to roll over to check the digital clock on the nightstand to my left. To my utter surprise my right arm was constricted inhibiting me from rolling on my side. I panicked and attempted to reach over and undo...
WARNING: This story contains dickgirls/futanari. If you aren't into this sort of thing, please don't read it anyway then cry about it in the comment section. If you are into this sort of thing, carry on smartly. ***** For blacksmiths, things were always busiest with the spring thaw. Generally, only two groups made up the bulk of the brisk trade. There were...
I run an accounting firm in a medium size city on the east coast. My name is Stan Bates and I recently got enmeshed in a situation I regret. Perhaps telling my story will help bring closure and surely cause your contempt for me. I had a very attractive woman working for me. She was quite happily married. I always liked a little pussy on the side and this la...
I am the woman that other women fear, envy and hate. I am the epitome of stolen pleasure, the circumstance of forbidden fantasy, and the discoverer of lost desire. I am the vessel of delightful sensuality, the mentor of carnal knowledge, and the traveler of erogenous zones. I am the other woman, a thief of his heart, a sorceress of magical love potions that...
Official and Proper Legal Disclaimer Thingy: The characters of Duncan McLeod, Immortal Boy Scout, and Joseph Dawson, Sexy Blues Singer Extroardinaire, belong to Davis/Panzer productions. They also own the whole Highlander concept thingamajig. All rights therein belong to them, not me. The character Emillya Sorovkin is mine, all mine. She belongs to me, its a...
Moving into a new neighborhood I was really excited. My husband and I had been married for five years. And we just bought our new house. It was in a fancy neighborhood. It was a three bedroom with two and half bathroom, a huge kitchen with a basement and a two car garage. I really enjoyed my new house and Earl my husband really loved it too. He turned one of...
(Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy; names and places are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.) Kirsty Mitchell: After Goldeneye - Multiplayed Groggy, the stunning brunette lifted her head from the stairs and slowly opened her vibrant blue eyes. Her mouth was dry, making her wonder if she had gone to sleep drunk, and it hurt...