I'm on the plane. Holy. Shit. I'm on the plane. I had thought of this moment hundreds of times over the last month, but now here it was and I was even more anxious than I had imagined I would be. I walked down the too-narrow aisle toward my seat in row 18. I looked at my ticket again and back up at the icons on the overhead bins. Fuck. I was in the middle se...
Toni worried for James; he just didn't feel right to her. He pooh-poohed her concern telling her that he was perfectly fine, but she wasn't buying it. She was taking his ass to the hospital whether he wanted to go or not. She looked in the medicine cabinet to see what he'd been taking for the flu but saw nothing that would cause what she considered to be con...
Thirteenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales In some of my early stories, I got confused between the width (thickness, diameter) and the circumference of a cock. A male reader pointed-out my error, and I have since corrected these stories. But his comments got me wondering what other women thought about the length, width, and circumference...
(A Dakota The Coder Adventure. The Year is 2049) *92%* *93%* He rubbed his gloved hands in glee as the download counter approached the end. He knew that, despite all the expense, this was going to be worth every penny. *94%* Well, quite a few pennies actually. There was the T 5 Turbo commercial grade internet line he had installed at his mansion. The X-...
Authoress's notes: The following story takes place soon after the conclusion of Legacy of the Force. This is the 10th Star Wars story that I have written. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 A few hours later, Seventy-Two awoke to the s...
Note- My next entry in my imagined version of a young Miss Moneypenny. I do not claim ownership of the James Bond movie franchise nor the Ian Fleming foundation. This is just my homage to both. Lois Maxwell as Moneypenny and Sean as Bond naturally. No one does it better. xxx London, 1951. "A little fresh aren't you, Mister Bond?" Jane slapped Bond's han...
Note- This is just an homage to the work of Ian Fleming. I do not own the rights to his writings. xxx Berlin, October 1951. x Jane Moneypenny shrieked again as her tormentor assaulted her exposed vagina for the umpteenth time. The prickling of cool sweat on her naked skin merged with the wetness between her legs and the damp curls of her hair on her fore...
I stretched with languid movements on the pool deckchair. "Oh well," I said to myself, "Guess it's time to get back to work." I had spent about an hour down by the pool at Jeremy's condo enjoying the sunshine, a few beers and a dip in the clear water. I had been trying to relax and wind down from the sexual tension that dominating my sub had stirred in me bu...
I paused in my reading and laid the thick journal aside, leaving it open to my place. I turned my full attention to Judy - an easy task. I noticed her nipples were once again hard and she was squirming against her bonds. The story of my great uncle, as told in his journal, must have been really turning her on. Of course, my free hand stroking her bare breast...
Hi there, Sorry it's been so long since I did anything but I do still read and appreciate all the lovely, sexy, horny comments, feedback and messages and wanted to do something for you for Xmas this year :) This is an ad-lib story so a mix of both. Sorry it gets a it breathy at times, new recorder! Hope you enjoy and happy, horny holidays. Dicky x PS This...