It was a mattress commercial, an expensive technologically advanced mattress that utilized compressed air rather than metal springs for support. A couple lay on the bed, asleep. I could not take my eyes off the woman. Her pale pink satiny gown clung to the curves of her body. Her breasts fascinated me. Even lying on her back, they were large, full, and round...
I was running late as usual. You would be here any minute and I was just stepping out of the shower onto the cold, slick tile floor. I took a towel from the shelf, snapped it open and began furiously drying myself. I walked out of the steam clouded bathroom and into the big bedroom. The air was much cooler and my nipples crunched and hardened into tight peak...
She pushed me down hard onto the worn wooden bench of the little train, snapping the rough rusting safety bar tightly across my escape. My clasping hands gripped tightly as the other children screamed in fear and trepidation. Stuttering forth towards the dark cobweb covered tunnel, amidst the hysteria of childhood wonder and tears, I turned, arms outstretche...
Summary: 19-year-old Bree is Secret Santa to her favourite professor. Note 1: This was a holiday 2014 Contest story. Note 2: Thanks to Jedd for rejuvenating my Bree stories with ideas and for really co-writing this story. Note 3: In 2014, thanks to Robert and goamz86 for editing. In early 2019, thanks to Tex Beethoven for helping me add a fresh coat of po...
This is a continuation of edgefull's Best friend series; which I thoroughly enjoyed. I hope this story is as entertaining as the originals. Back to the Airport As the blacked-out SUV pulled away from the Onaspa, the driver (a petite woman with long black hair, blue eyes and dark red lips) told us to get comfortable. Ali and I got comfortable in the back se...
Author's Note When I wrote The Rescue of Princess Lingonberry I had no idea it would be so well received. Usually what I find to be humorous tends to flop on this site. But to my amazement it's actually proving to be a rather popular fairy tale and a few people have even asked for a sequel. At first I struggled with the idea, thinking it would end up bei...
I've been bullied all throughout school. Grade, middle, and especially high. It didn't matter. Living in a small mid-western town, a town where the high school football team reigned supreme, the cheerleaders were the prettiest, most popular and came from the wealthier families. I never fit in. Our family was best classified as lower middle class. We didn't w...
Dear reader, be warned, this is a slow-burner to start with. Bear with me as things start hotting up later :). ***** "Why the fuck would I need an assistant, Mo?" I almost screamed at Maureen. She's my oldest friend and I love her dearly, but she was driving me up the wall. She'd come around half an hour before right when I was in the middle of trying to...
"Repeat after me," she said. "I am never 'obnoxious.' I am entirely lovable, delectable, and delightful... however I feel." Allie laughed. Screwing up her face in imitation of a five-year-old having a tantrum, she cried, "I won't! You can't make me!" She got all the way through, "Shut up, you're not the boss of me" before breaking into a grin. Diana didn't...
I could hardly wait the entire week for Friday to arrive. Now that it was finally here I was excited, but also strangely nervous. Not that I was going with Cara, I felt incredibly safe with her, but the fact that I was going to a lesbian party. Would I feel strange, out of place? I knew that I didn't look much like the stereotypes associated with lesbians. W...