“Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.”

The car, a long black limousine, had met my train in town. I barely had time to marvel at the quaintness of the small European village before the chauffeur had collected my bags and hastily trundled them out to the car, stowing them in the boot … trunk, to an unknowing American … and held the door for me to enter the back seat. We had followed the old narrow streets through town but were all too soon out in the countryside. (more…)

I’m so glad I’ve been moved to a private room, after having been in the barracks. It’s nice to finally be able to masturbate without having to worry about the guy on the next bunk hearing suspicious noises. Now when I lay down to sleep at night, knowing that she will visit me again in my dreams, I can groan with the agony of wanting her without fear of being overheard. I’ve never been able to predict when she would appear, but I am almost glad of that. Anticipating her next visit is sweet torment, the longing for her makes the nights when she is with me seem that much better, fulfilling me until the next time. (more…)

There’s a glass of water by the bed and as I sip out of it, I hold the last drink in my mouth without swallowing. As you lay on your back, I crawl on top of you and pull your nipple into my mouth, swirling my cold wet tongue around it. Opening my mouth a little, I allow drops to leak onto your chest, dripping down your sides. I trail my lips down your stomach, letting water out of my mouth slowly, watching it all pool into your bellybutton. This is so cold against your skin, you’re writhing in the sheets, gasping each time the wetness reaches a new place on your body. I cover every inch of your torso with my wet tongue, moving the water around with my lips, kissing and licking and tasting all of you. Well, almost all of you. (more…)

Every guy knows a girl like Bianca. Her name says it all, “Rich Bitch.” Bianca’s daddy was some kind of hot-shot lawyer, so she was never lacking for money. She was also tall, thin, and platinum blonde, a true daughter of her Nordic ancestors. She also had one of the nicest racks I’d ever seen. A D-cup for sure, but the way they defied gravity was amazing. Overall, she was gorgeous, knew it, and thought she was better than the rest of us because of it.

Bianca was my then-gf’s roommate for a couple of years. They were also best friends during that time. I’ll tell you how it ended. (more…)

He noticed her as soon as she walked in the room. The way she held her head proudly high, her silky black hair, her fiery red dress. He was mesmerised by her beauty, her grace. He watched her for the majority of the evening, unable to take his eyes off her. Occasionally she glanced back, her deep black eyes penetrating his very soul. Her name was Mali. She was an exotic mix of Japanese and Thai. For an ordinary looking guy, she seemed completely untouchable. They were in Biology together, but never got a chance to talk. (more…)

I didn’t expect the call, let alone on Christmas Eve for chrissakes. But here it was ringing, my office phone (don’t even say it), so I picked it up.

“Broderick Investigative Services,” I answered curtly.

“Is this Mr. Broderick?” a nervous female voice asked.

“Speaking,” I answered.

“Mr. Broderick,” she said and I could hear in her voice she was trying to maintain her composure. “My name is Evelyn Mc Cormick and I have a job for you.”

“What kind a job, lady? It’s Christmas Eve.”

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