Summary: Lonely wife uses Craigslist to rekindle her lust for cunt. Note: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave, and Wayne for editing this story. CUNT ADDICTION: A BLACK EUPHORIA Was it wrong for me to return to my sordid, taboo, submissive past? Likely. Was it wrong for me to cheat on my husband by serving a plethora of cunts? Likely. Do I re...
Stephanie looked at the frowning little face sitting next to her in the car. "Mom, why do I have to play soccer?" the face said in a protesting and whiny voice. Stephanie remembered when the face was much smaller. She was in a rocker holding the small face, fascinated at how when she smiled, the face smiled back at her. Books on child development told he...
Chapter Six: The End Game As Casandra was walking to Ms. Flanders' office, she was feeling good this Tuesday. In just under two months school would be through. And Madison, as her, would graduate. "Yes, it is going well," she thought as she walked into the office. Sharon said, "Go right in Madison." When Casandra opened the door and started to enter,...
"Jacqueline Melissa Roberts!" my mom yelled. "You have about 5 seconds to get your ass to this table, or you're in BIG trouble!" I slithered through the labyrinth of chairs, presents, boxes, and miscellaneous debris in the living room and made my way to the table. "I'm in college now, Mom," I told her. "If you want me to keep visiting you on holidays, maybe...
The bar was three blocks away, easy enough to walk to. She took a seat on a stool in the middle of a long stretch of mahogany and ordered two shots of tequila -- it took the edge off. She scanned the scene; there were two college guys talking sports -- that didn't interest her. A businessman sat in a booth reading the Wall Street Journal... well-dressed, han...
Back in my room that morning, I reflected on the night's events. How easily I had succumbed to Steff's advances. How foolish I had been to imagine that power rested in our formal positions. As a College Fellow and a tutor, and as an older woman, I had assumed that power rested with me - the swiftness with which that idea had been shattered was part of what h...
This is the second part of a story I began years ago. I re-read it recently and realised I had left it hanging after a first part, so here, finally, is the continuation of that story. Hopefully I haven't forgotten in the last few years how to write these characters and what I was going to do with the story. "Hello," Hannah Monroe called out as she walked in...
As Rebecca left David's office, she went to her car and drove immediately to Kat's studio. She and Kat went back a long way. They had shared a dorm room in college and they had stayed best friends. Kat had a photography studio, a very popular one. Rebecca suddenly knew what David would like best, a lovely picture of her. Not just a picture, but a boudoir pic...
I was told that the drive into Camp Larry Horton would relieve me of all my fears. I was skeptical, of course. This was my first full-time position as a young adult camp coordinator and nothing seemed capable of alleviating the butterflies in my stomach. But soon after turning off the main road onto the dirt and gravel path leading to the camp, I began to b...
Kate rolled over and viciously jabbed at her alarm clock, in hopes of stopping the annoying buzz. She couldn't believe that she was actually getting up at 5:30 am to start her vacation, but she needed to get moving if she was going to make it to her boyfriend's house by 6:30. Kate loved camping and she'd been looking forward to their first trip of the summer...