Mrs M was grading papers in her classroom when she heard the door open, 'an odd time of day for the students to be lingering about,' although even as she thought this she couldn't help but hope her fantasies may come true. She did not know who was walking towards her but what she could see was tangle of messy red hair, legs for days and the perfect mixture...
V. The morning stretched out hot and dusty and long, so long. So much longer, it seemed, than any other morning in Mary Weaver's life. It seemed as though she had been born, been a child, and grown up just so this morning could drag on and on and on. Myra couldn't find her book; Mina wept over a dampened sketchbook and had to be coaxed to breakfast; Elpset...
Arianna Whithall sighed quiet acceptance of her fate to herself. Her break was over; the work had to resume. She pushed herself up off the sofa in the communal room and straightened the creases out of her black pencil skirt, checked her hair and makeup were in order in the ladies' bathroom mirror, and headed back downstairs to the library. Her colleague, Pam...
I shivered under my covers. Outside, the wind howled and the trees bent and the rain poured relentlessly. I buried my face in my pillow. My roommate and I were the only two students on the ground floor, and Maddie was long asleep. I knew she would never let something as silly as a little rain bother her. The sky let out a roar and even through the curtain...
Finally the weekend! I'm tired from a long week but happy to be home as I arrive at the front gate and check the mailbox - junk mail and bills, great. I collect the papers and feel around in my bag for my keys as I walk up the path to the front door. You've left the door closed but unlocked for me, so I walk straight in. I'm grateful, it's been a long day....
This is fiction any correlation to real people is purely happenstance. Hope you enjoy this. It is a story concept that could be explored further. I doubt I will, though any author reading this is welcome to rewrite or just continue it. I give anyone the green light to do just that. I wrote it for fun and would share it willingly. Just have fun with it. ****...
Matt and Megan had finished breakfast and decided to go for a morning swim. They checked out the snorkeling gear and listening to a quick safety briefing, they headed for the beach. The Caribbean waters were crystal clear, so much so that even from several hundred feet in the air one could see the sea floor. The couple donned their masks and began their snor...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** "Well, well... Look what trickster has been outsm...
They've been travelling together for years. Wren is beginning to realize that Mina will never do anything about the way Wren looks at her sometimes. And it's not like she don't realize it, Mina's damn smart and Wren is not trying to be subtle. She contemplates her options as they make camp for the night. What she's got is herself, a whip-smart twenty som...
I am writing this as a task for my Domme. I arrived at dinner before you and spent a few minutes chatting with the people who were already seated around the restaurant table. They were mostly your friends, I didn't know them very well, but I still enjoyed catching up and joking. Then you showed up and, as always, stole every ounce of my attention. My eyes l...