Cheyenne has discovered her new powers and now it was time to use them… IF YOU HAVE NOT READ PART ONE YET, I SUGGEST YOU DO SO, OR THIS WILL NOT MAKE MUCH SENSECheyenne was in her locked room thinking of what to do next. She lay on her bed and closed her eyes. She
~~~~~This tale is tagged as Incest/Taboo and describes sexual activity between siblings. If that type of story is not for you, this is your last warning to turn aside.~~~~~~~~ Week 37 (cont’d) ~~~Early the next morning, Megan and I went down to the beach to clean up. By the time we return to the huts
A teacher makes the mistake of humiliating a student, who pays her back in the bedroom. Janice Baker was under the kitchen sink, on her back, putting together a plumbing connection that had come apart. She heard a voice say “Hi” and was puzzled but not yet frightened. She put the wrench down and slid
I stood there naked. I had been awoken early, manscaped by a female healer, fucked like a cowboy and feasted on one the tastiest pussies that I have ever encountered. Betty was probably ten or fifteen years older than me and experienced in the ways of healing and sex. Time with Betty was a spiritual
Monday morning, Ann and I decided to do our imitation of mom and Aunt Betty. We went shopping. We bought some things that we knew that we would need for the house. We avoided buying anything that was too expensive for the house because we were trying to devise a plan to get mom shopping
Yeah, they called me a victim in the courtroom. But I ain’t no fuckin’ victim.I’m a dirty whore who likes sucking cocks. There’s a tape that proves it. Shows the whole gang bang, right down to me drinking cum out of a giant margarita glass.But the prosecutor wouldn’t let the jury see it. If they
02.ConfessionsBoth of them were quite sticky at that point, so he urged her to climb out of his lap and they hurried into the bathroom. It was a spacious place, done in white tile. Once upon a time, she’d marveled at the size of the master bathroom as some unattainable luxury, like a place she
The Adventures of a Slut Mommie.Chapter 5: Back to the Clinic II.Hi everyone. Katie Muggleton back again. You know, when I began this memoir, I thought maybe a few people might be interested enough to read my first chapter, and they might carry over to the second, but I didn’t expect to go beyond that
[b]My 18th birthday was a lot of fun. My mother invited all the neighbors from the block even the rich white couple who lived in the old mansion at the end of the road. I had a growing spurt since my 17th birthday and had grown over six inches. So a lot of comments were
This story is part of a series and will make much more sense if you read them in order.This is a story about rape, please do not read it if that offends you. My Daddy started talking to me in a calm sweet voice as he turned me over to get to my hands. He
I watch through the TV monitor as Casey walks into Jason’s room and sets her schoolbooks down on the bed. She doesn’t question why his bed doesn’t have sheets on it. Nor does she notice the red blinking light of the camera hidden in the corner. It’s no secret that Casey wants to fuck Jason.
I put an ad out on Craigslist. I’m not sure it would work as well today. I simply said I was looking for a live-in housekeeper. I put in the ad that she’d have to sign an NDA because I have some very personal non-traditional lifestyle choices. I said that to screen out those who’d
Jason finds a cabin in the country and turns it into his playground Night Burglar Pt 3 The Retreat It had been over three months since Jason killed Monica and her two daughters in their home and he needed that rush again. He was sloppy and although the police had no idea of his identity
The humid air hit me in the face as I quietly slipped out my back door. The full moon let the stairs down the deck,perhaps having alot to do with the overwhelming urge to take this risk. Then again lust is lust and rarely needs any logic. I wondered for a second if the light
Over coffee I am telling my friend Isla all about Felix, my new man. ”He can bring me to orgasm while licking and kissing my ass cheeks with an arm between my legs and a fingertip on my cunt lips, and he is hung, nine-inches.” “Is that really true, or fake news?,” she asks disbelievingly.
Author’s Note: The first two chapters of Tracey (see: Chapter 1, Chapter 2) have been modified to correct minor grammatical errors and continuity issues, and a few details have been added here and there. You might want to re-read them before continuing with Chapter 3. -W.S.I saw little of Tracey over the next few days.
A flash of lightning:Into the gloomGoes the heron’s cry.Matsuo Basho.JILLIt wasn’t anything like television or the movies. No cold-storage drawer sliding out of the wall, no ghastly fluorescent lights, no sheet pulled dramatically back to reveal the disfigured corpse.An assistant coroner, who seemed very young, led us into a private room, where a kind police
Part 2 – The 69 Days of ChristmasThis is the second part of the story “The Snow Ball.” It takes place later in the party than the events described in “Part 1 – Blue Snow Balls.” While it is not necessary to read that story first, the reader will understand the scene better by reading
Violet was escorted back to her room by a make-up artist assistant.She was exhausted and felt like she had just been put through a cram session for her Master’s mid term. She had been putting on makeup since she was a teenager but after she had applied her take on ‘goth’ make-up, she had been
Warning. Incest. Manipulation. Amputee. Mother and huge cocked son are just a few of the tags in this story. It’s purely fictional. Please forgive any grammatical errors. I write for pleasure rather than accuracy. I’m considering a further part if there’s enough interest. Hope you enjoy.Claire Simpson looked at her reflection in the bedroom mirror