@@@@@@@ The restaurant, her choice, was as fine as she’d said it would be, and the play, my choice, was as good as the reviews had promised. Her dress, black and slinky, teased me all evening, with her shoulders and back semi-hidden under a filmy shawl, …
The Lake This is more than just a fuck story, more than just a one night stab at something that may, or may not make you feel bad afterwards. This is a plan to bring three people to a spot in their life where it don’t …
Please – Don’t Make Me Do It. PART THREE CHAPTER FIVE She wore her pretty pale yellow silk nightie with a delicate Japanese flower design, with a silken over robe, caught at the neck and waist. Her mind was still very active and she reviewed the …
Please – Don’t Make Me Do It. PART TWO CHAPTER TWO He had said he would be home at 6.30 p.m. At 7.15 he phoned to say he had to work late, could not be home before midnight as he had to drive out of town. …
Please – Don’t Make Me Do It. CHAPTER ONE Carol was alternating between despair and furious anger. After 30 years of marriage. How could he, the absolute mean-hearted, two timing, treacherous devious bastard how could he? She had been aged 22 years and freshly out of …
This story was a Finalist in the ASSTR Golden Clitoride Awards 2005 A Loving Family Chapter One – Who are we ? My name is Samantha (Sam), I am 42, petite, 5’3’’ tall and have brown hair and blue eyes. I’ve been married to …
RedTails: Tiger Tiger Burning Bright By Scarletdown Chapter I: The Tiger and the Hawk / Part I “Well anyway, I do have work to get back to,” Regent Tormanin said, “So you go see Toraq and have fun. I’ll join you if I can. Now good …
RedTails : Reckonings The Paddled Princess By Scarletdown Chapter II: Party Crasher “Good evening to you too, Allisson,” Arlin growled. His body shuddered, and his aching, still stiff maleness flexed at the Raccoon’s touch. “I trust that you and Amanda are having a profitable night?” She …
RedTails : Reckonings The Paddled Princess By Scarletdown Chapter I: Street Sentence Powerful muscles rippling beneath soft black leather pants and matching sleeveless top, a Furling Tiger, born and bred to hunt, stalked with grim determination through the busy streets of Lovenmusk. Warden Arlin paused as …
One train service ran all night at the weekends, transporting to and from the city a motley crew of passengers comprising sweaty revellers and bleary eyed shift workers. Steve, one of the latter, was in good spirits after finishing his shift, and, once on board, he …
