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All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, active sex is NOT a feature of those past times. In the UK, the legal age of consent is 16 but any sexually active characters in my stories are aged 18 and over....
read in fullRachel From the Edge Pt. 02
by G. Lawrence
Chaos follows the sudden death of a billionaire
This novel is constructed on different levels. Most importantly, the experiences of individual characters. This will turn out to be a love story, just not the kind readers usually expect. But the story also examines media, fame, wealth, scandal, and complicating concepts. I find them necessary. And don't expect this novel to go in a predictable direction. We shall soon learn that nothing with Rachel is ever p...
Full package. Full surprise. She's a shemale
Summary:
Twenty-one and aching from stress, Joson books his first-ever massage at a quiet little studio in town. But when he chooses "The Full Package," he's not prepared for Miranda--gorgeous, sensual, and unlike any woman he's ever known.
The story:...
The weather was perfect as the sky started to turn crimson as the sun was slowly starting to rise on the horizon. Lisa was up before this, starting on a sturdy breakfast for her daughter and Seth. She was still both excited and scared for her daughter. Seth had saved them, but he was a man, and what would happen if he realized he was travelling with a young woman. She had no way of knowing that Seth was the last man in the world to rape or manhandle a woman. His own daughter would be the same age as Natalie...
read in fullAlone in the silent semi-darkness. Wrists secured. A rapidly cooling pile of his new mistress's shit covering his face. The unbelievable stench working his nostrils into a quivering, twitching wreck. He experimented with flexing his shoulders lightly but the box was secured firmly to the floor. No way out. No escape....
read in fullI had just gotten back to the beach cottage. I was barefoot, still in my two-piece bathing suit with my short swim wrap neatly tied around me. I was standing facing the counter chopping up carrots for our dinner salad. I heard the screen door creak open, glanced over my shoulder to see my handsome, 18-year-old, almost a man, our only son, Alex wearing only his swim trunks and flip-flops. He's close to six feet tall, broad shoulders, his tanned, muscular, hairless, swimmer body, glistened from sweat and sunt...
read in fullChapter One: The Spark
Las Vegas pulsed with light and sound. From the moment Carol and I stepped off the plane, we could feel the city's strange gravity pulling us in. It was our first real vacation in over a while, and we had chosen Vegas on a whim. Nothing made sense here, and that was the point. I had always heard "What goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas." Its an adult playground and we knew it....
The history of our vault society has perpetuated through 54 stages. The historical time is written thus: 54:453:12. Each number is in seximal, it corresponds to . A sleep is the amount of time of one sleep cycle, a period is the amount of time of one menstrual cycle, and a stage is 1000 periods. There are 50 sleeps in a period. At the last day of every period, the championship competitions are held for each sport, with concerts and displays from each art, and then teams and groups are re-shuffled. We know w...
read in fullChapter 57: When He Wrote Me From Spain
"It wasn't a plea. It wasn't nostalgia. It was a letter of gratitudeβfrom a man who once knelt at my feet, now standing on foreign soil with a full heart." β Mistress Staci
The envelope was cream-colored. Thick paper. Foreign stamp.
No return address, but I knew the handwriting instantly....
Dearest Elaine;
Do you remember a dinner party Highgate? It would have been April1995. This was before the heat of summer, before our game with the window and the imagined telescope. The flat still felt freshish, a new stage full of promise. We decided to throw a proper dinner party, a rare burst of adulting. Tim was there, of course, and we had Martin over, along with two friends from the law firm where you'd briefly temped and I was miserably employed: Deborah and Janet....
Saturday 7:45. The alarm goes off, I can hear the rain pounding on the windows. Do I want to go out and run in this? Not really, but I know I will because for some weird reason I quite enjoy running in the rain. I make myself a coffee and get myself ready, making sure I take something to change into post run....
read in fullThe Story So Far...
In the first volume, The Bored Housewives Club, the lives of five mothers - Beth Brookes, Annie Stewart, Tilda Ellis, Maria McNish, and Vicky Peterson - were disrupted by the arrival in the Village of the beautiful Isobel Carrington and her pulchritudinous niece, Olivia Hendry. Isobel, a relative of Beth's mother, Maggie, began to exert a subtle influence over all five, causing a dormant sexuality to awaken in the women. At first, they were provoked only to live out long-dormant fanta...
This is a work of fiction. This story involves a college freshman coed losing her virginity to her boss, so if disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment....
read in fullJ'avais 36 ans et je suis sur une application pour les hommes. Je vois un beau mec qui de plus il pratique le BDSM, je lui demande par Γ©crit si on peux faire une sΓ©ance que c'est la premier fois pour moi.
Il me répond oui et on se donne rendez vous le mercredi d'après pour 18h.
Je lui demande le lieu de rendez-vous il me donne l'adresse d'un hΓ΄tel Γ Bruxelles, Il me dit aussi qu! il me donnera le numΓ©ros de chambre le matin mΓͺme de mon arrivΓ©e....
Viv 01
Well, I never fit the mold to be known as Vic from the very beginning anyways, so I switched one letter, so what?
Anyways, I'm between 20 and 21 and I'm a 2nd year architecture design student at the local community college with a 2+2 scholarship program with the university because I'm inspiring architect designer and I'm happy to report that I passed my first year with flying colors. (Giggles) and I'm half happy to report that my 1st year design project hangs in the classroom to this day, mm-hm...
Chapter Ten
Vespa only just managed to crawl back to her cage on the end of her lead afterwards. James handed her over to Darren then stood by her side stroking her bare flesh idly for a while.
"I have started her training, Darren, and she was fairly obedient. I think she will make an excellent little puppy dog for me so I want you to reinforce her toilet training if I am not here. Take her outside only to relieve herself. Okay?"...
Women Over 50 are Wicked Whores, #2
Many women over fifty, including your moms, are whores.
Author's Note:
Attention please. This is a public service announcement especially geared to men ages from twenty-five-years-old to thirty-five-years-old. Why those ages? Those are the ages that most fifty-year-old women want, prefer, lust over, and finger and masturbate themselves while taking a bath, and imagining having sex with much younger men....
"You can take a seat anywhere, Mr. Rosen," the receptionist told me, sweeping her hand across the smartly appointed lobby.
Everything looked fresh and modern. No stodgy wood panels on the walls, no drapes on the windows, no carpet on the floor; it was all glass and tile and meticulously fabricated metalwork. I don't go into the city often, so I'm not accustomed to this kind of upscale, urban minimalist aesthetic. I kept my mouth shut and just nodded, afraid that anything I might say would reveal me as a ...
Things We Shouldn't Want
Morning crawled into Room 918 like it didn't want to disturb us.
The sheets were kicked to the corners again. A single glass sat on the nightstand, half-full with warm rosΓ©. Jeanine was still asleep, her back to the window, her thigh draped across Betty's hip like a bracket holding them together....
March, 2019.
I was walking toward the door of Haven Cafe, to close up, when one of my favorite customers walked in. A gray day suddenly got a whole lot brighter.
"Hi, Kelsey! I was just about to lock up. Haven't had a customer in half an hour. Just for you, I'll make one more drink, my treat. Vanilla latte and scone as usual?"...
Peter's eyes were wide open.
His wife was just coming out of the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind her.
"Gosh, Laura," he said, almost breathless, "you look beautiful."
She did not say anything. She paused for a minute in front of him, sticking out her chest so that her tits appeared to be struggling to come loose from the black bikini top....
The following Monday was the first hot day of spring. After my morning meeting, I was back in my office with my top three buttons undone, my sleeves rolled up, and my stocking feet up on my desk. My assistant, Molly, had cracked the window just before I got back so that sweet, cool air now washed over us. Molly was standing on the other side of the desk, holding up one of my shoes and brushing it dry with a rag. The other sat dirty on a sheet of newspaper spread out on the desk between us, beside an unopene...
read in fullI waited until the kids were asleep. My hands couldn't stop shaking, so I did the dishes just to keep them busy. She walked in halfway through -- hair damp from a shower, loose shirt, no bra - nipples poking against the thin almost translucent fabric, that casual intimacy that used to make my chest ache with love. Now it just made me feel sick....
read in fullI arrive at my apartment complex all hot and bothered... the woes of being a shifter. There aren't many shifters out there, so it's a little known fact that we need to please both feminine and masculine halves that occupy us. Coming to completion with one half means the other half received all that fun with no outlet. And the more it's denied that release, the more insufferable it gets. Ultimately the body enters a constant state of war until the other half is released from its forced abstinence....
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I love spanking. Β I love all aspects of spanking. Β I love being spanked. I love spanking someone. I love reading about spanking. I love it when you 'happen on' to a spanking. Β I love it when you hear a threat of spanking. Β I love the humiliating aspects of spanking. Β I just love everything about it. Β When I married my wife, Heather five years ago, it was one of our silent vowels. Β When we spoke our "I do's" there was a moment of silence between them that we both knew meant to spank and be s...
It had been billed as the biggest night this century in U. K. business. Finally all the airlines had come together form a cartel so that they could stop fighting it out between themselves and rather focus on making profits.
Front and center in the room was her husband, Lee. He was the main powerbroker who had carefully crafted negotiations for months and had finally managed to get the different warring groups to come together under one manifesto....
Takeru lay on top of his covers, his body beaded with sweat, the sheets dampening around him. Damp heat pressed down around him. It wasn't the weather outside. It was the constant, clawing buzz in his brain.
His cock refused to die down. He couldn't keep making excuses to the others why he needed to sit still and hold something in his lap. It seemed safer to go to bed early. Now he was trapped here with nothing to focus on except the endless, pounding ache in his balls....
Chapter 36
The modifications to Helena's house began to make progress. Marion, Cathy and Kim were frequent visitors calling on Rob and Helena in Oxford. Rob was often in Stoke Goldington to work with the builders. Helena was beginning to feel more comfortable in her relationship with Rob, thinking things were getting back to normal, the upsets fading into the distance....
A few minutes later as I'm fixing up my makeup and tidying myself up for the next shoot I hear a knock on the frame of the dressing room door and Rob's voice shortly follows.
"How's it going Stef? The last guy said you were back here, I just finished bringing stuff in from the car. He seemed in a bit of a rush to get out of here, everything ok?" Rob asks....
THE PACKAGE HANDLER
The door clicked shut with a soft thud, but the sound echoed in her chest.
She stood still for a beat too long, hand resting on the knob, the warmth of his voice still lingering in the hallway like a trail of smoke. "Have a good day, Miss Covington." Smooth. Deep. Casual -- but just enough edge to make her wonder if he meant something by it....