A word of warning to those that deem these things necessary. Apart from the usual disclaimers about fictional characters and all of legal age there are some scenes of BDSM and the story as a whole stretches the definition of 'consent' to its limit. You may rest assured that they all lived happily ever after. Please enjoy. ***** When I awoke some time later...
For Talina, college was a blast. However, some classes were a flat-out bore. Professor Dougherty's early morning Anthropology 101 defined boring. The subject matter could be dry and the professor had a terrible presentation style. She spoke in a monotone and her bland presentation of facts was often accompanied by slide after uninteresting slide. The sole ap...
I was working as a cashier in one of the major banks in the city, not very glamorous or exciting but it pays the bills. My friends tell me I should be a model because I am tall and slim with natural good looks, but I am happy as I am. I live in a village on the outskirts of the city, with my 2 dogs and my aging mother who I look after. I love the countryside...
Karen rolled out of bed at 4:10 and looked back at her sleeping husband. Last night after sharing a drink and a cigar with the owner and another guest of the Oasis he had fucked her nearly unconscious and came in her ass. Anal sex was a rarity for them but last night it was spectacular and Karen came as hard as Jim. She wandered into the bathroom and turned...
For "Dana". Based on a true story. ________ She avoided her husband's questioning eyes and pretended to be absorbed in the sermon, but it was difficult to follow along. The preacher's passionate ranting just could not command the same amount of attention from her as the butt plug she had jammed up her ass. Try as she might, she couldn't stop shifting in...
It was a silly idea I thought. A thought that would not leave my mind. A thought that excited me and caused my mind to travel down paths of naughty desire it has never walked. Would she be interested in me? Would she want to meet for coffee on a Saturday morning or maybe talk over lunch? I was new in the office and had to tread lightly. I did not wish...
Don't panic! I haven't stopped writing Saturn Rising. I wanted to take a break and write a piece of pure fantasy and was inspired by the real Brittany to write a fantasy about us. She has been one of my two proof readers, and gave me the okay this morning to post it. I'm so glad she did. Thank you Pickle. We both love you loads. ***** Inviting Brittany a...
Friday reminded me why it is that I hate Sydney summers. Sydney doesn't get any hotter than Melbourne, but it's a horribly muggy kind of heat. I was already getting sweaty by the time I got to the train station, and the forecast looked ugly: thirty-eight degrees, ninety-eight percent humidity. I was glad to get into the cooler air of the conference centre....
"Chinngg-Chinnngg", came the sound of the bell as Pam walked through the door. Her eyes went instantly to the tattoo samples on the wall of the shop. Pam hadn't even noticed the store before, mostly because it still had the name of the hardware store that had closed six years ago over the top of the building. Jane, a friend from the tennis club had told Pam...
She was home alone for the day, her husband had taken the kids to visit family and she wanted a day to herself so she begged off and let them all go without her. It was hot, in fact Lindsey thought it was too hot. The window was open but the curtains hung lifeless not even the merest hint of a breeze to disturb them. The flimsy cotton sun dress clung to her...