Emily shivered and cursed Keith vehemently. This was all his fault, and really made her wonder why she stayed with such an asshole. She shivered and huddled closer to the cold stone wall of the comfort station where she was stranded, at a rest area somewhere on I-81 in Virginia. They had been going to New Orleans for spring break with some friends when natur...
A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Part 2 – Baked Bob To The Rescue! (F/F, oral, anal, exhibitionism, jewelry, drugs, tattoos, piercings, food, bad accents) DISCLAIMER – This is a fictional story to be read and enjoyed. If you can't read, stop reading. If you can't enjoy, stop reading. If you don't like any of the story codes mentioned above, stop re...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. "Alice's Restaurant" "She shoots, she sco...
Sue Prescott was to all appearances an ordinary suburban housewife. She was five foot ten and blonde with large full breasts and wide hips. Her legs were long and toned and her waist was trim. Sue worked out four times a week at the local gym and ran every morning to keep her body in shape. She lived in a big duplex with a nice green yard in the center of a...
It was late at night, but the issue of Lauren was nagging Wendy as she wasn't able to sleep. Wendy texted Cynthia, "pls call." It didn't take long for Cynthia to call back. "Wendy, what's up?" "It's about Lauren. I need your help." "What happened?" "She's really coming onto Sarah. I... I don't want to lose Sarah to Lauren." "You need to step it up, Wend...
"I don't believe this! I mean, don't get me wrong...I'm kinda shocked...Let me think a second," said Wendy Hollander, as she stood there with all kinds of thoughts running through her head. Then a smile crossed her face, a big mischievous smile; "Sure, oh my God, I'm getting hot thinking about it. Great! But you and your sister are sworn to secrecy. Nobody...
Sequel time. Perhaps this should be May 2018's story instead of April's, but here we are. This is part 4 of the "Step-Mommie Dearest" series. If you haven't read its previous installments, you may wish to know: for reasons too complicated to explain, I posted the first three under their subtitles. If you'd like to read them, you'll find them under the titles...
Author's note: As you can probably figure out yourselves, English is not my mother tongue, so please don't be too harsh with criticism on that front. Constructive criticism on the storyline is always welcome. ***** On the outside, the hotel looked traditional, as if it was a small, family-owned business in the outskirts of the town. It even had a front de...
"Bring in the popcorn, please," Jolene called out as she put down the blanket in the living room. Ronnie brought out the giant bowl from the kitchen. The two of them decided to skip the gym for tonight. "No butter!" Ronnie parked herself next to Jolene on the blanket and popped a kernel in her mouth. "Are you ready for this movie? I bet it's pretty intense....
Vivian Thorn pulled her hand back from her work and checked her pressure gauge. It read eight hundred pounds and she nodded to herself. She returned to gently brushing sediment away from the delicate vase, half buried in the ocean floor. Underwater archeology was her passion, but she was so single minded that once she began, she would often forget to check t...