'Certain people are afraid of freedom because freedom means responsibility,' so say the wise. Lily had always been putty in the hands of her rich parents who did everything possible to cushion her life. They took all the critical decisions for her. Thus at twenty three she emerged from the college with a master's degree in economics. Then the next inevitable...
Susan’s Surrender Chapter Ch. 3 It was daylight when we were both awakened to our phones going off at pretty much the same time with text messages... “Mine is from Beverley... Whose is yours from..? I asked as we were both still groggy and half asleep, sitting up, each looking at our phones. “Ummm... Yeah mine is from her as well... All it says is ‘My of...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. The author does condone consenting adults doing basically whatever they want to each other in the privacy of their own home. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. ***** I love Game of Thrones. It is by f...
Continuation of "My GF; Fucking & How We Met" and not recommended as a standalone work. The opening scene may be fun for all cummers, but you'll likely get very lost soon after without having read the earlier chapters. Fictional story containing graphic lesbian sex. My girl lays spread eagle, cuffed to my king-sized bed. Scarves are tied around the bedpost...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. * Stephanie Wells relaxed on her favorite bench in Washington Square Park, enjoying the unexpected warm weather that a late Indian Summer had brought to the third week of October. In the ele...
I put my phone down and looked at Natalie. "Well, there we go. All set for Friday." I stared at Natalie, looking for a reaction. She smiled her confident smile and cocked her head slightly to the side. "Are you ok with this?" I could tell she was generally concerned. I began to feel uneasy, "Yeah, I mean, sure it's something different and . . ." I traile...
Chapter One (October 2001, Lancashire) Walking down the usual, everyday street Heather caught sight of her reflection in the usual, everyday shop window. And modesty aside, she was impressed. Tall, raven-haired and needing no makeup at all she cut an impressive figure. Even in her student togs she was a sight to be seen; self-supporting, not needing a bra,...
It was a wicked East Sussex night, the rain was coming down in sheets and the wind was howling. But I looked at the television programmes and they were rubbish – I wasn't interested in some old black and white movie, or how to buy a villa in Tuscany (dream on!) or a quiz programme about sports. So I decided to put on a shiny black plastic mac on over my dres...
The mélange of smells from within my shop wafted out to greet me when I opened the door. I breathed deep letting the damp smell of the city streets--a wet mixture of rain, exhaust and humanity--be washed away. As always the comforting scents of my shop reminded me of my home, my so far away home of Sikar. Specifically my Nani's house, when the summer rains w...
"I'm all in." the dark haired man said exuding a look of total confidence. The overweight bald man sat up in his chair and peeked to see his under cards. He glanced over at the younger man across from him and saw the smug smile on his face. The bald man rubbed his mouth in contemplation trying to mask the ill feeling churning in his stomach. "Whatcha gonna...