I have 1000 categorized stories I was gonna use. Various niches from bdsm to softcore. Most are long and well written.
500 stories - $200
1000 stories- $300
Can be used however you like (except resell), you will recieve a licence from www.monicasmodels.com with them.
Sample:
He looked around the room as she showed the police to the door, it was a
pleasant, if somewhat cramped, living room. He breathed in and let out a low
exasperated sigh, what she expected him to do about the situation was beyond
him. Still, she had asked him to stay after the police had gone, and he
felt, under the circumstances, obliged. He listened to her footsteps coming
closer, what could he say? He, the ultimate professional, was as confused as
everyone else.
She opened the door and smiled at him, he watched her intensely, searching
her face for clues.
"Drink doctor?" She asked.
"No, thank you, I have to drive," he replied.
"Coffee then or tea?"
"No, nothing, thank you, I'm fine."
"OK, do you mind if I do?" she asked, "I need a bit of a lift."
"Of course, understood, it's been a shocking few days for us all."
Jolene returned and placed her generous glass of white wine on the table,
before settling down opposite the doctor. Self consciously, she smoothed
down her skirt. The doctor blushed, adverted his eyes, and shifted a little
uncomfortably.
"How can I help, Mrs Savage? This is more the police's arena than mine now,"
Dr Fazakerly asked.
"I know, I just don't understand it, you assured me the hospital was the
best place for Rachael, and now she has vanished."
"Ah yes, unfortunately it looks as if Rachael was more disturbed than any of
us realised!"
"Do you really think my girl abducted this counsellor, and another patient?"
"Well, it looks as if Rachael and Pearl may have been in cahoots, but
there's no doubt about the abduction, security cameras can't tell lies."
"But Rachael has never done anything like this before."
"Jolene, I'm sorry, but it was clearly Rachael driving the van," Justin
stated.
Jolene dissolved into tears, sobbing deeply.
"Will, will, I see her again," Jolene stuttered.
Dr Fazakerly rose and crossed the room; he sat beside Jolene and slung a
supportive arm around her shoulders. She nestled into him and calmed a
little.
"The police are treating this very seriously, it shouldn't be too long
before we hear," Justin cooed.
Jolene nodded silently and dabbed her tearful cheeks with a tissue.
"Would you like me to give you a sedative Jolene? Sleep can be very
restorative," he asked kindly.
"May be, but I have something to ask you first," she said.
"Of course, ask away."
"Ever since that day in the surgery, my life has been upside down. But I
have been continuously excited."
"You are bound to be on edge, it has been a very stressful time Jolene."
"No, not like that, you know, excited," Jolene replied, looking hard into
the doctor's eyes.
"Agitated, unsettled?" Justin asked, furrowing his brow.
"More like, well... Horny," Jolene smiled.
"Horny!" Justin mouthed.
He moved as far away from Jolene's warm body as he could.
"What happened stimulated you? You are talking about your daughter's assault
on you?" Justin asked quietly.
"At the time it sickened me but, her touch, it still burns on me."
Justin watched in horror, as Jolene's fingers probed under her skirt to
indicate the offending area. She arched her back, and sucked her breath
raggedly through her teeth.
"I will just get you that sedative, Mrs Savage; I think all of this has
taken its toll on you."
"I don't want a sedative, Justin, I want a fuck."
Justin Fazakerly launched himself from the low settee; in his rush he
inadvertently caught his ankle on the coffee table. He, the table, and the
white wine went flying across the room. Justin landed heavily, and his
breath whooshed out of him. Dazed and disorientated he lay still, his wide
back flattened to the carpet.
Jolene was on him in a second, her fingers tearing at the front of his suit
trousers. She ripped the tab on his zip down, and her frantic fingers
hungrily plundered his boxer shorts. Before he could raise as much as a
protest, she had freed his penis.
"Oh my, Justin I never imagined," Jolene cooed, her eyes widening.
The object of her surprise lay in her hands; it filled both of them, and
protruded a good six inches beyond them, he was huge! Jolene's lips touched,
and then swallowed the mighty glans. Justin struggled.
"You mustn't, Mrs Savage, Jolene, please!" he gasped.
His body betrayed his words, as his cock unfurled, pushing Jolene's jaws
widely apart. He was amazed, his penis still functioned, he had presumed
after all these years it was just an accessory. His desire punched him hard;
even so, the professional was still to the fore.
"Please stop, this is quite unethical. I can't, you are a patient," he
begged.
Jolene stopped her ardent sucking and raised her head.
"Rachael's your patient not me, besides which, do you think we should let
this go to waste?" Jolene asked.
Her fingers ran over the pulsing veins of Justin's erection, and then with
an ease, that belied her age, she swivelled her body. Grunting with effort,
she brought her crotch into firm contact with the rampant head of Justin's
prick. Her fingers dragged the damp cotton gusset out of the way, and she
drove down, skewering her body on his.
Even now, Justin did his best to hold back. He clenched his buttocks and
tried in vain, to dislodge the inflamed tip of his knob from Jolene. It was
too late. A combination of her liberal lubrication, and the insane lust that
drove her, swallowed him. Despite his reserve, his abdomen contacted, and he
pushed back, lodging his glans firmly against Jolene's accommodating cervix.
Together they rutted, for the sex was more animal than human. His inhibition
gone, Justin plucked Jolene's breasts free of her blouse, and smothered them
with kisses. The coupling was too intense to be lengthy, and seconds later,
Justin erupted, filling Jolene with his hot seed. Jolene's slippery fingers
found her clitoris, and she followed after him, crying her pleasure as she
came.
As the unlikely couple relaxed in their new found love, a different
tumescence subsided. The large shaft of red light subsided; it withdrew from
the living room, slipped out of the hallway and returned towards Rachael's
bedroom.
-------------------------------------
Janet finished her story, she missed out nothing, not the conjecture, not
even the pieces she found insane. She blinked and looked deep into the eyes
of the police woman; had she believed her?
"Well, that's an impressive tale, worthy of a TV series," the WPC smiled.
"But it's true, most of it, I have had to guess at other parts, Jeff is so
secretive."
"With reason I expect."
"Do you believe me?" Janet asked.
"Tell me one thing, what was the name of this rock band in New York?"
"The Bitches, or something, I don't follow that sort of music, I'm more of a
classical person."
"Interesting..." the WPC whistled softly.
"Look please, either charge me, or release me, I must get to Cornwall, Jeff
needs me."
"I'm not going to do either Ma'am."
"What, I don't understand?"
"I am going to give you a police escort, follow my car. Oh and don't hang
around."
"But why?"
"Just call it a favour, I have my reasons," the WPC smiled.
"Thank you... Umm, what is your name?" Janet asked.
"You can call me Helen."
"Thank you Helen."
"Just remember, Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the
roughest day. OK?" Helen winked.
"Sure, thanks Helen," Janet smiled.
Janet climbed out of the police car and walked back towards her Subaru `What
a weirdo,' she thought.
500 stories - $200
1000 stories- $300
Can be used however you like (except resell), you will recieve a licence from www.monicasmodels.com with them.
Sample:
He looked around the room as she showed the police to the door, it was a
pleasant, if somewhat cramped, living room. He breathed in and let out a low
exasperated sigh, what she expected him to do about the situation was beyond
him. Still, she had asked him to stay after the police had gone, and he
felt, under the circumstances, obliged. He listened to her footsteps coming
closer, what could he say? He, the ultimate professional, was as confused as
everyone else.
She opened the door and smiled at him, he watched her intensely, searching
her face for clues.
"Drink doctor?" She asked.
"No, thank you, I have to drive," he replied.
"Coffee then or tea?"
"No, nothing, thank you, I'm fine."
"OK, do you mind if I do?" she asked, "I need a bit of a lift."
"Of course, understood, it's been a shocking few days for us all."
Jolene returned and placed her generous glass of white wine on the table,
before settling down opposite the doctor. Self consciously, she smoothed
down her skirt. The doctor blushed, adverted his eyes, and shifted a little
uncomfortably.
"How can I help, Mrs Savage? This is more the police's arena than mine now,"
Dr Fazakerly asked.
"I know, I just don't understand it, you assured me the hospital was the
best place for Rachael, and now she has vanished."
"Ah yes, unfortunately it looks as if Rachael was more disturbed than any of
us realised!"
"Do you really think my girl abducted this counsellor, and another patient?"
"Well, it looks as if Rachael and Pearl may have been in cahoots, but
there's no doubt about the abduction, security cameras can't tell lies."
"But Rachael has never done anything like this before."
"Jolene, I'm sorry, but it was clearly Rachael driving the van," Justin
stated.
Jolene dissolved into tears, sobbing deeply.
"Will, will, I see her again," Jolene stuttered.
Dr Fazakerly rose and crossed the room; he sat beside Jolene and slung a
supportive arm around her shoulders. She nestled into him and calmed a
little.
"The police are treating this very seriously, it shouldn't be too long
before we hear," Justin cooed.
Jolene nodded silently and dabbed her tearful cheeks with a tissue.
"Would you like me to give you a sedative Jolene? Sleep can be very
restorative," he asked kindly.
"May be, but I have something to ask you first," she said.
"Of course, ask away."
"Ever since that day in the surgery, my life has been upside down. But I
have been continuously excited."
"You are bound to be on edge, it has been a very stressful time Jolene."
"No, not like that, you know, excited," Jolene replied, looking hard into
the doctor's eyes.
"Agitated, unsettled?" Justin asked, furrowing his brow.
"More like, well... Horny," Jolene smiled.
"Horny!" Justin mouthed.
He moved as far away from Jolene's warm body as he could.
"What happened stimulated you? You are talking about your daughter's assault
on you?" Justin asked quietly.
"At the time it sickened me but, her touch, it still burns on me."
Justin watched in horror, as Jolene's fingers probed under her skirt to
indicate the offending area. She arched her back, and sucked her breath
raggedly through her teeth.
"I will just get you that sedative, Mrs Savage; I think all of this has
taken its toll on you."
"I don't want a sedative, Justin, I want a fuck."
Justin Fazakerly launched himself from the low settee; in his rush he
inadvertently caught his ankle on the coffee table. He, the table, and the
white wine went flying across the room. Justin landed heavily, and his
breath whooshed out of him. Dazed and disorientated he lay still, his wide
back flattened to the carpet.
Jolene was on him in a second, her fingers tearing at the front of his suit
trousers. She ripped the tab on his zip down, and her frantic fingers
hungrily plundered his boxer shorts. Before he could raise as much as a
protest, she had freed his penis.
"Oh my, Justin I never imagined," Jolene cooed, her eyes widening.
The object of her surprise lay in her hands; it filled both of them, and
protruded a good six inches beyond them, he was huge! Jolene's lips touched,
and then swallowed the mighty glans. Justin struggled.
"You mustn't, Mrs Savage, Jolene, please!" he gasped.
His body betrayed his words, as his cock unfurled, pushing Jolene's jaws
widely apart. He was amazed, his penis still functioned, he had presumed
after all these years it was just an accessory. His desire punched him hard;
even so, the professional was still to the fore.
"Please stop, this is quite unethical. I can't, you are a patient," he
begged.
Jolene stopped her ardent sucking and raised her head.
"Rachael's your patient not me, besides which, do you think we should let
this go to waste?" Jolene asked.
Her fingers ran over the pulsing veins of Justin's erection, and then with
an ease, that belied her age, she swivelled her body. Grunting with effort,
she brought her crotch into firm contact with the rampant head of Justin's
prick. Her fingers dragged the damp cotton gusset out of the way, and she
drove down, skewering her body on his.
Even now, Justin did his best to hold back. He clenched his buttocks and
tried in vain, to dislodge the inflamed tip of his knob from Jolene. It was
too late. A combination of her liberal lubrication, and the insane lust that
drove her, swallowed him. Despite his reserve, his abdomen contacted, and he
pushed back, lodging his glans firmly against Jolene's accommodating cervix.
Together they rutted, for the sex was more animal than human. His inhibition
gone, Justin plucked Jolene's breasts free of her blouse, and smothered them
with kisses. The coupling was too intense to be lengthy, and seconds later,
Justin erupted, filling Jolene with his hot seed. Jolene's slippery fingers
found her clitoris, and she followed after him, crying her pleasure as she
came.
As the unlikely couple relaxed in their new found love, a different
tumescence subsided. The large shaft of red light subsided; it withdrew from
the living room, slipped out of the hallway and returned towards Rachael's
bedroom.
-------------------------------------
Janet finished her story, she missed out nothing, not the conjecture, not
even the pieces she found insane. She blinked and looked deep into the eyes
of the police woman; had she believed her?
"Well, that's an impressive tale, worthy of a TV series," the WPC smiled.
"But it's true, most of it, I have had to guess at other parts, Jeff is so
secretive."
"With reason I expect."
"Do you believe me?" Janet asked.
"Tell me one thing, what was the name of this rock band in New York?"
"The Bitches, or something, I don't follow that sort of music, I'm more of a
classical person."
"Interesting..." the WPC whistled softly.
"Look please, either charge me, or release me, I must get to Cornwall, Jeff
needs me."
"I'm not going to do either Ma'am."
"What, I don't understand?"
"I am going to give you a police escort, follow my car. Oh and don't hang
around."
"But why?"
"Just call it a favour, I have my reasons," the WPC smiled.
"Thank you... Umm, what is your name?" Janet asked.
"You can call me Helen."
"Thank you Helen."
"Just remember, Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the
roughest day. OK?" Helen winked.
"Sure, thanks Helen," Janet smiled.
Janet climbed out of the police car and walked back towards her Subaru `What
a weirdo,' she thought.
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