****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is a work of fiction and all the characters are completely fictional. In particu...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter three of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from t...
A VISION IN WHITE. In this new series I've returned to my old stamping grounds of Melbourne. Rowena is a singer for a Christian rock band and Linda is a driver for the spare parts division of a car dealership. Author's note: Warrandyte Baptist church doesn't exist but the suburb certainly does. Burnt Bridge is a small, oddly-named suburb near Ringwood and...
We all love a good lezzie story. Maybe it's the combination of rawness, emotion and intimacy that you don't get with M/F stories, who knows?! I just know this; that I've watched too much lesbian porn and that there is no such thing as too much lesbian porn. I took cue from some of my favourite MILF porn stars for this one. And to any ladies who laugh at my...
Thankfully, my alarm went off in the morning. I wasn't feeling much like it, but I went ahead and did my normal routine. I gave myself an enema in the shower, I masturbated five times, wrote DARLA in my ass crack, put the bands on my nipples and got dressed for school. The tattoos caused me such agony. I couldn't believe they would mark me for the next week...
I woke up the next morning quite disoriented. For one thing, I was in Julie's room. I went to rub my eyes and found my hands covered in gauze. Then I felt Julie's arm around me and her body spooning mine. I lay still for awhile and let that comfort me. My head hurt. My hands were in extraordinary pain. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I wished I hadn...
I woke and instantly regretted it. My dreams had been so devoid of agony and I woke to this misery that had become my life. Farin slept peacefully, her head on my chest and arms around me. I was still strung up to the bed, spread wide and helpless, but at least I could move my mouth again. "Farin.." I whispered. "Wake up baby." Farin stirred slowly and flu...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 9 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MORNING BANTER TO BRING THE WEEK TO A CLOSE 9 and I awoke aroun...