Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and as such, any similarities to real people, places or events are strictly coincidental. This work contains graphic depictions of a sexual nature between consenting adults. The story also refers to aspects of sexuality that may be offensive to certain people, such as humiliation and lesbian themes. If these topics offe...
Ch. 01: Watching in the Night "Come on in," Bridget opened the door. She stepped back letting Tami and Shelly carry their bags into the entry. Tami propped open the screen door, Shelly went in first, Tami followed, letting screen door swinging shut behind her. Tami and Shelly set their bags off to the side of the entry. Bridget closed and locked the main do...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Amber Goldman came to slowly. It was dark in the bedroom, she was warm, the bed was firm, but not hard and lumpy, and there were wonderful smells coming into her consciousness. She looked around and panicked slightly. She didn't recognize anything...
The man interviewing me was a good looking man. Not a gorgeous man, but a good looking man. His musculature showed he worked out, but still he carried about ten pounds more than his ideal weight. Brown hair, a couple of inches shy of six feet, good nose, thin lips. He did have beautiful blue eyes. I had just finished my sophomore year in college and was loo...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Millie Smallwood was a submissive. She hadn't experimented, gone on a Tinder Date, or anything, but she loved Submissive Porn videos and she always identified with the submissive in these clips. So that must mean something, mustn't it she decided. For months the fetish world she...
Blanche Monroe was the owner of Economy Furniture, a store located between two ghettos; the run-down part of the city where many of the low-income people lived, and the student ghetto which was rapidly becoming just as decrepit because it was primarily multi-family houses rented out by landlords who mostly cashed the checks and did the minimum of repairs nee...
How in the hell had I ever let my so-called friends get me into this mess? I guess alcohol might have been a factor. You know how it goes; you're sitting with a few friends munching on enough junk food to put the Budweiser Clydesdales into a diabetic coma and sucking down beer. Do you have any idea how nasty beer and sugarcoated spice gumdrops taste together...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The hugs and gushy love that Mom was giving me as I stepped into the old house was wonderful. This was the first time I'd seen her in three years and at one point considered that I might never see her again. Her health was starting to go and for the past twelve years, I had been l...
In the end, it was the closet space that decided things. Strange, perhaps, that such a momentous decision (or what turned out to be such a momentous decision) was made entirely on the basis of closet space, but history is full of big moments that hinged on small choices. And both Erin and Janice wanted a lot of closet space. They were sitting in a Chinese...
Within a few minutes, Anna wished she had followed her first impulse and grabbed her coat instead of her jacket. The night was more raw than cold, but the brisk walk was doing little to compensate for the chilled humidity. She glanced over her shoulder at the sidewalk that looked even darker now than when they had turned down this street a few blocks earlier...