I highly recommend reading chapters 1-10 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. Your votes are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy my scrib...
An Episode of the Babe-a-lon Series: Obedience and Desire Caroline was a "daddy's girl." From early in her life, she had a man wrapped around her little finger. She had many different ways to manipulate her father into giving her exactly what she wanted. Her mother's objections and attempts at bringing her daughter under control were mere obstacles to Carol...
A prelude Anita and Sarah had been great friends ever since schooldays, they'd had had a schoolgirl crush upon each other, long before they met their husbands, in fact before boys came along at all. Unlike most such pairings, theirs had endured and they still met up for a little womanly comforting from time to time. Over the years the comforting had expande...
Summary: Black bitch is caught fucking in store and cuckqueaned. Thanks to: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion. Thanks to 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women. The prize: The winner gets a weeke...
Smokey Saga #66: "Friends And Live-Ins" (part one) ***** So with this story, I decided to do something (sort of) new/different. There're two sex scenes in it, one in the first half and one in the second. And this entire story ended up pretty lengthy. So I opted to split this Saga into two more or less equal parts, and submit and post one after the other....
All characters are over 18 years old. This story takes place after a month in Boston with her Aunt Elizabeth. I STRONGLY suggest that you read the previous stories to understand what motivates her and how she thinks. For those of you reading this as a new story, sorry for jumping ahead, but I really wanted to write this now. Comments are always welcome, bu...
A low chime announced the arrival of the third course. I let it sit in the dumbwaiter for now and looked across the table at my companion and smiled warmly as she spoke. Her words had chilled me on the inside. I hope it didn't show in my smile. She had unknowingly revealed to me that she had been suffering from low-grade posttraumatic stress disorder or at...
This is an autobiographical work of fiction. Characters are not intended to resemble anyone living or dead, fictional or real. The quotes at section transitions are from songs that played to mind while writing. They enhance the scenes & are intrinsic to the ambiance of the story. Copy/paste & search 'em, & listen. Really. Listen! They'll add seasoning & spi...
This is part of the continuing Janis stories. It would be helpful, to understand the characters, to read Janis and her son. * * * * * Janis was laying in bed, thinking about her son, Jayson. He was coming home from college tomorrow. She was ecstatic, after all she hadn't seen him in almost three months, not since his second semester of college started; whi...
Bewildered Frankie parked in the driveway of an interwar suburban semi. For a moment she slipped just enough out of character to pull a bashful face that a single woman in her twenties owned a house which must have set her back the best part of two hundred thousand. Then the mask slipped back into place as she walked round the car and opened the door for J...