I'd always had a thing for artists. What was it about them? Not their looks—that's for sure. Didn't matter what a guy looked like, whether he was embarrassingly young or decrepitly old, big or small in any direction. If he was an artist, I was into him. From afar. I never had the confidence to actually approach a guy. I figured I wasn't an artist's type. S...
Thanks for all the feedback with my "Bursting Out" Stories. I worked on this one, my experiences at the ski resort for a year since the language should be in English. Being a young girl with big tits is my story. Even though I am not very old, my boobs are a bigger than any of the tits on my friends. I guess you could say that I was an early developer....
Correction -- I accidentally called Connie "Bonnie" in the prior chapter. From Chapter 10: "Whoa. Who are YOU so pissed at?" A voice said from outside the cage. "Um, no one, why?" Lacey asked without turning around. "Just the way you're swinging, putting everything into it. Moving those hips," the voice said, hesitating before commenting. "I was wonderi...
(Author's note: Some people have trouble with longer stories, but sorry, a story tells itself and demands it's own length. So, here is a shorter, short story.) Cory had been a good wife to Ben; at least, she thought she had. Then just a month ago, she had come home unexpectedly early and found Ben with Elaine, their dentist's assistant for god's sake. It w...
TAKEN HOSTAGE In part two of Melanie's Story we learn more about her marriage to Jeff and his rapid descent into alcoholic madness. When Sigrid moves in next door she finds herself involved with her sisters, first Agnetha, who pushes her towards Alanon and then Elke, an exciting, vivacious younger woman who reminds her so much of Mandy but without the immat...
She did not like the railway station and cringed her nostrils in disgust. The Nizamuddin railway station was packed with peddlers, beggars nomads and passengers translating the whole stage into pure pandemonium. 'What a madhouse,' she protested as usual. 'This is our country, there is a method in this madness,' her father defended the melee. The dust,...
The first time Candice saw Agatha was at a Yeah Yeah Yeahs concert. She waited in line about fifteen people ahead of Candice, wearing a short red plaid skirt and a faded black Nine Inch Nails T-shirt cut into a crop-top. Her leather jacket, the one she owned for the better part of her life, was unzipped and the lapels were so big they almost completely obscu...
Chapter 6 - Dreamer ...and you should have seen the size of the seafood platters, I must have put on at least a stone...oh don't exaggerate Tina...and the Margeritas were at least triples...such a lovely villa we stayed in, no one else in sight...what was the name of that place where that monument thingy was Beatrice...it was so warm we slept outside by the...
"Don't you ever get bored?" I blinked in surprise, the unexpected question rousing me from my contemplative trance. Turning away from my computer, I glanced over my shoulder. My body followed the motion as my chair swiveled slowly to complete the action. Facing the open door to my study, I cocked my head to the side, quirking my eyebrows curiously at my bes...
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