Prologue Emily has finished off her cam show for the night, and was just saying goodbye to her viewers when she got a private message request from one of her regulars. She accepted, expecting to schedule a private or fetish show. 'Hi Debbie. Did you enjoy the show? ;)' she typed. 'As always,' Debbie typed back. She was one of the few women who regularly...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor, and no, I do not want an editor. Yes, there's too many people keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit and yes I suck....
I had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I'd always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn't mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with high hedges all around. I ascended the steps and saw Emily was laying out on a deck chair. I called...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past. As the reader, I leave it up to you to decide the year...or decade. The story features large age differences and student-teacher dynamic. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this. For everyone else...please enjoy! ***** The once balmy air and vibrant, fiery hues of an unusually pleasant...
It was Jen's favorite time of year. Summer in south Florida. So different from her life in dirty Philadelphia. There were more trees and more grass in the suburbs of Miami. It seemed as if it were always warm. After the harsh winter she'd gone through, Miami was paradise. And with the sand and sun and ocean comes the friends, clubs, and parties. Of course, n...
To Katie who read parts 1 & 2 and gently insisted she wanted more, this story is dedicated with love. Her word is my command. * * * * * The two sisters went out to the kitchen where a pizza and freshly poured glasses of red wine awaited them on the scrubbed pine table. Although Jennifer Armstrong was twenty-seven and Emily twenty-two, they were only permi...
"Hey Em, could you drop a fresh cup of coffee at table 12? My bladder is about to burst and she's been waiting too long." Jeff begged, dropping plates in the sink and shoving the clearing tub underneath. "Jeffery P. Davis you know damn well my shift was supposed to be over three hours ago. I want out of here." Emily glared at him, already untying her apron....
Emily was still on the clock for another couple of hours as she left Brittany and Leslie's cabin, but she had no texts on her work phone. She decided to go back to the bar she had been to a couple of days before, idly wondering if Sarah would be working again. When she entered the bar, Sarah was again beside the bar, and gave Emily a little wave as she sat d...
Rachel had always known she was gay, but would never admit it, even to herself. West Michigan had been a conservative area since before she was born, and little had changed in the ideologies of its residents in her twenty-three years growing up and living there. She had never come out about being gay, and hadn't really believed it herself. She passed it off...
CHAPTER 1 - IT'S MY JOB Soul crushing. That's what this was. Emily finally figured out the right word for it. That's what her job was. Soul crushing. She worked in the drab and bland cubicle number thirty-six on the boring floor twenty two of the blank glass office building. In fact the only thing exciting about her job was that she got to ride on an elevat...