Here's part 3 of The Girl Next Door. We left off in Part 2 where Gracie got caught trying to free people, now you'll find out her fate. Also please comment below on what you think of it. Your feedback is very appreciated and helps improve my writing. All characters are subject to copyright laws, so please don't try to copy and resell my stories. I hope you e...
I had always been attracted to my roommate's girlfriend, from the moment I saw her, the moment I saw Adriana, I knew I was a goner. Her medium length light brown hair, curled yet straight at the same time. Her piercing emerald eyes, that reminded me of the rainforest whenever I looked into them. Her cheeky smile that was at times like a mischievous child and...
Editor's Note: story contains nonconsentual sex. * "All right, round 'em up and move 'em out!" Sergeant Mike Murphy called out to the blue clad phalanx under his command. "You got it, Sarge." Officer Herrity replied. Both men grinned as their fellow officers led a parade of women across the open courtyard to where a large blue bus waited. Despite the coo...
It had been two months since Matt, Megan, and Danielle had returned to Washington, DC. The three continued seeing each other, spending lots of time together and having incredible sex. Some things had changed for the three. Megan had transferred and now worked with Danielle in the World Food Programme logistics office. Matt had transferred to a new position w...
**************************** Fair warning that this story gets off to a slow start; there isn't really much more than a little girl on girl kissing here. I wanted to spend some time introducing Amy, and also some of the side characters, since I plan on writing more chapters, which will definitely turn the heat up way more than this one ;) ** Every singl...
Chapter 1 Amy Mrs Jennifer Blair had long accepted that her 19 year old student Amy Johnson now had full control over her. Amy could easily manipulate the lecherous old Head Master any way she wished and with the embarrassing photographs she had of the young teacher, Amy's control was complete. The other problem had was that with her husband Derek having s...
Note: This story was told to me by one of the protagonists. -------------------------------------------- Amy opened her door at a knock. "Hi Jen. Come on in!" "Hi Amy. Thanks." Amy was nervous. It wasn't everyday that she had another woman stop over at her house at 7 AM planning to take half-naked photos for a boyfriend. But Amy and Jen had concocted a...
Amy hated technical rehearsals. They were slow and they were tedious. Every five minutes the director would yell "STOP!" and everything would grind to a halt while Harry or Harold or whatever the slimy little idiot who operated the lights' name was scampered up a ladder and yanked one of the lights three millimetres to the left. Tonight was no different. Am...
Amy, ex-bitchy prep and current Slave-Slut of the Mistress Veronica, suddenly woke up in the backseat of a car. She could just barely hear a song she had never heard before playing on the car's radio ("Demon of Love" by The Sharp Things) "Mistress?" Amy asked uncertainly. A voice came back, "Yes." "What's going on?" The cheerleader asked. The teacher res...
"What's next then?" Amy asked. Quinne raised an eyebrow as she tugged on her pantyhose, her face settling on a casual smirk. "What more are you after?" Quinne responded. Amy had pushed the question to the back of her mind during the last few days, and had been completely blank while she had been tied down. She couldn't avoid thinking about it now – she h...