Alice longs to wear a plaid skirt, and Halloween is her chance…*I don’t have to apologize, not one little bit. The fates themselves planted the seeds in my head and even though I didn’t recognize them at the time there was no way for me to resist their eventual flowering. I do, however, remember the
Madam Veronica – David’s session begins.David looked up at Veronica briefly before dropping his eyes to the device in which his penis was now encased. His hands moved as if to touch, but a cough reminded him of where he was and in whose presence he was. And his fingers twitched but no more. As
“Coming Lance?” Gena was obviously very proud of what she had just done. You could see it in the jaunt of her hip as she swaggered back towards her bedroom. She glanced back over her bare left shoulder; half turned and extended her arm to give me the universal “come here” gesture of curling her
The ‘story’ you are about to read is actually true, unlike a lot of stories which are listed as a true story here. As you will find out I had very little education and my only exposure to writing/grammar was magazines and the very few books I found and hid away. If you would like
My name is Jane and this is a story about a period of my college life that I have fond memories of and deep regrets. We all do things when we are young that serve as lessons for later on in life. Some people refer to them as mistakes, but I prefer to call them
Have we got to the end of this short story about mistaken identity quite so quickly? It appears so…but what of the invite Lewis received at the end of the last chapter? Let’s rejoin our dim but diligent hero in this final part.IF I’M EVERYWHERE, WHERE AM I NOT?I stared at the invite from Barbara
Aug 6thI stood by the side of the pool, soaking up the sun and enjoying the warm weather. Christi, Tiffany, and Becki were all coming over for a lazy Saturday afternoon. It was the first time we could get together in a couple of weeks.My parents were inside while we girls hung out by the
As a child—-and through my teen years—-I don’t believe my mother was the object of my friends’ fantasies as their mothers were mine. My mother was, well, just a lot more motherly than their mothers. She didn’t have a nice tight body with ample breasts that she readily displayed in skimpy bathing suits as did
The poppers I can buy at the ABS today are just horrible. They have almost no rush, they smell worse than ever, and you still get all the bad side effects. I thought I’d die after trying them again, I’m not joking. They are that bad. My slight research on this suggests that they pulled
“Is this band more rock or country?” Rani asked as she, Selene, and Kat climbed the stairs to Arthur’s apartment.”The band plays both. This is more of a country bar.” Selene explained. “They have a mechanical bull and everything, so I expect it will be more country music.””And you’re sure about these clothes?” Rani asked.
Some thirteen months later all the babies had come into the world, I had hoped a few boys would have been in the mix, no such luck, but all the births were natural and without incident, but seven girls, Grace gave birth to Marion, Sophia to Claudette, Carmen to Janet, Janice to Brigit, Rosemary to
Author’s note: My other projects, some of which I really care about, have stalled due to the stresses of work and the obligations of study, but this little idea occurred to me and didn’t take too much time out of my day – in fact, it took an hour to write, edit and submit.It’s short
HandySophia was handy at many things. Electronics, computers. Plumbing, wiring! Cars and TVs and appliances, every kind.That’s why they keep me around, she thought glumly as she fixed Bobbi’s hair dryer for the upm-teenth time. Dropped in the toilet, again, wiring burned and fuse popped.As she unwound the tiny motor on her bench, measured the
Hello, readers! First, apologise since english is not my main language, and some errors could have escaped from my review. If you feel they can break the reader’s immersion, please tell me and I’ll fix it as soon as I can. Also, this is a pretty long story which depicts incest (although we’re talking about
Is this fiction or is it true or maybe a bit of both – that’s for the reader to decide! “We are going to have some lovely naughty fun when you get here!” Debbie proclaimed on my phone as she giggled knowingly. “OK Debbie, what are you talking about?” I asked giggling back at her
SamI woke up alone in the hotel bed and checked the clock on the bedside table. 9:43 AM. Mark must’ve let me sleep in after another late night of orgasms, rather than waking me as he was leaving for work.I moaned contentedly and luxuriated in the cozy bed, stretching my limbs and enjoying the soft
This story begins about twenty years ago. MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, THE SHAMELESS SLUT This story begins about twenty years ago. I am the general manager of a large produce farm here in the United States. My company ships fresh produce all over the world, year around, in season. During the early years, I spent a
Keeping it down, keeping it up.If I had known that losing my virginity would start with what would likely have been the most embarrassing experience of my young life, or that it would be happen the way it did, I might not have spent much of that day wanting to die.I was 18, small for
Jack was startled awake by a heavy thunk. Something had collided with his face, something soft but heavy.Through squinted eyes he looked up to see Emily, his older sister, staring back down at him with a look of mischievous glee on her face. She held a pillow in her hands.”Wake up, dude. Mom’s got dinner
It was finally time. I was about to live through my fantasy. So why did I feel so nervous? My clone was already downstairs, patiently waiting for me, and I was having cold feet. No, this is what I had been dreaming about for months now, and so much was already invested in this crazy