It was warm in the small office, and Emerald was regretting wearing the black wool instead of the linen jacket she normally wore to job interviews. She felt the first flush of sweat begin on the back of her neck, and as she turned her head to look at the clock on the wall to her right she knew if she was left sitting here much longer her interviewer would fi...
It was a terribly hot summer afternoon the day of the Highland Games. 8 yards of wool pleated around 19 year old Renee's lithe frame was becoming most uncomfortable. All that lace and velvet on her jacket was even worse. Renee had just finished the last dance of the day, the Hullachan, and was dying to get to a shady spot, strip to her tank style black body...
Note: This is set in England using English words - it also features male-female and male-male activities. Please don't read it if you don't like these things. We'd met several times in our local pub on a Friday night. There were various couples used to come down to listen to the live music, and we'd exchanged a few words and smiles now and again. So we kind...
He was sitting on the couch in the living room when she got home. Still fully dressed, business suit and tie still firmly around his neck, looking stern. He was home early, maybe... "Dear, I think you have a problem." Oh fuck yeah! Time to play dumb. This is gonna be fun. "What are you talking about? What problem?" "You broke your promise to me." "I have...
Tom slipped the jumper over his head, feeling the soft fabric fall over his bare shoulders, the wool slightly tickling his nipples - nipples that had become so used to being exposed. He looked down at his groin and ran his fingers through his lush pubic hair that had grown back, his fingers lingering on his glans where the ring used to be. He pulled up the c...
Day 6 I had a fitful sleep last night tossing and turning, often waking feeling my hand against my clit and stopping, although it was not easy to do so, I was so horny. I felt you stir and I looked at the clock, it was Saturday and I knew you did not have to work today, I was looking forward to spending the day with you, I lay there still. Your arm came out...
Unless you test yourself, you will never find out what you're capable of. My name is Abraham Tadesse and I was born and raised in the City of Nazret, Ethiopia. Like a lot of my fellow countrymen, I was driven by abject poverty to seek a better life elsewhere. That's how I ended up as a migrant worker ( in the construction industry ) in Qatar. To any African,...
The more I learn of Ambrosia Ranch, Anya, the more I think I should regret. I don't know what I've gotten myself into. I should be terrified. I should be looking for a way out. But I can't shake this feeling... I think there's a part of me that thinks this might finally be something worthwhile I can do with my life. And part of me is terrified of that other...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...