Kidnapped

‘Millionairess, Mrs Joan Bartlett, 34, will be in town next Friday to open the new Children’s Hospice at Hamlet Grove. Staff will be…’ the newspaper article continued to describe how Mrs Joan Bartlett had been a key fundraiser for the new Hospice and all of the effort she has put into helping to raise the £2.1m needed to complete the project.

“Hmm,” Tony read on, “this could be the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.” He lifted the receiver and called Jack.

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Joan, escorted by her younger

Something For Her Arse

Damn! I really will have to gather up my courage and get myself out there to buy a proper butt plug.

Not for the first time I find myself casting about for something smooth and sensual to shove up my arse. The hotel room is equipped with every convenience device known to man (and woman), there’s even a porn channel on the TV – but there aren’t many hotels that have dildos in the bedside cabinets.

Well… I know of one in Soho, Soho in London… London, England that is, but

The Making of a Slave

She started out with such…potential. But then. so did most like her. When he found her, she was a pleasant, successful and popular young woman, just out of college and at the start of a promising career. Candace had always been slightly above average in the looks department and far above average intellectually. She was vivacious and bubbly, with a quirky and endearing kind of personality. Candace came from a good middle class family that had always been warm and supportive of her.

So how

Ruth and Her Lover – Brian

Brian came home from an overseas working stint. He had been away from home for about 2 ½ years and had finally decided that he was due to have a vacation.

He had been married before he left the country but his wife had filed for divorce while he had been overseas, as she had met someone else.

He had written to his Mom and asked if he could stay with her on his holiday. Ruth was so pleased that she immediately wrote and got all the details of when he would be returning.

At this time, Brian had

Roommates

“So how long is Greg gone for?”

Sally looked up as Renee, her roommate walked into the kitchen.

“Until tomorrow night. He has lab on Friday so he has to come back.”

They were all students at Boston University. Greg’s family, like her own, lived back in Connecticut. They usually went down to visit together but she had an exam and couldn’t make the trip.

“You miss him a lot?” Renee asked sitting across from her at the small, round table.

“You

Senior Lovers

It was one of those days when there just wasn’t anything to do. I had tried the TV, the radio, and had looked through my CD and tape collection. Absolutely nothing appealed to me. I had even considered putting one of my porno tapes in the VCR and jacking off to Ginger Lynn, Nina Hartley, or Annet Haven. Even this really wasn’t what I wanted.

Almost in desperation I went to the “health club” where I’d been conned into buying a years membership. The gal that coned me

The Girl Upstairs

The guy was on his back on my kitchen floor, working on my recalcitrant dishwasher, which had stopped working just when every dish in the house was dirty and loaded into it. His name was Pete and he was in a tight blue Dish-o-Matic uniform, his long legs stretched across my kitchen floor. While Pete labored on, I was sitting nearby at my small breakfast table watching him repair, so naturally we started talking.

It was just a lot of guy-stuff. Baseball. Basketball. Nascar. We were both big