That had been quite an encore and lot of fucking, Shanti reminisced as she sat by the side of the balcony back at her apartment -- she came back, Sridhar was in a state of panic and Chitra informed her that the Bank also was contemplating sacking her, she was already on 20 days LoP and this was going to be a loss of a different kind, a job in hand for a slut...
Percy rummaged through her room looking for the last bit of her outfit. She was almost ready, all she needed now was her favorite pastel blue choker with the charm on the front stating in bold letters "MY BODY IS BEAUTIFUL". Percy's best friend, Bea, got it for her during a time in Percy's life when she had extremely low self esteem. Now, Percy had learned t...
This is a long love story in three chapters but you'll have to wait for the sex. If you want a plotless quick thrill, then there are plenty of those elsewhere on this site. Some characters from my earlier stories make an appearance later on in this tale (although it is not necessary to have read those stories, it might help to know the characters). Character...
This fetish short story is written with the intent being to titillate/arouse, amuse, and entertain. It does not presume any moralistic, societal, or sexual judgments, nor does it propose any such standards for the reader. If you are open-minded, and seek titillation/arousal, amusement or entertainment, and an easily followed story flow, you are the target au...
Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters. Becca XXX. Double Trouble. Ch 12 "What do you mean, you don't have anyone available?" I hissed down the phone. "This is fucking make-or-break time here, Lexa." "I know Becca...
Well it has been 2 months since I started my new job as receptionist at the L&C School of Writing it has been quite the experience for me to work for 2 mistress's who look after my every need...and I mean every need. I have been told to wear the clothes for work which I must no deviate from, it consists of a crisp white shirt which only buttons up as far as...
Fighting crime ain't all that it's cracked up to be. * For Sabina -- the original Angry Lesbian Death Machine * Author's Note This story has been floating around in my head for a while and has always ended up as half finished. Well, after several starts and stops, I finally polished it off. It's an odd mixture of silliness, seriousness, and of cour...
Days passed. Jane had been at the M.I.L.K. facility for a week now. She was now unrecognizable compared to how she looked after her arrival, Jane changed: her hips widened to the point of sticking out past her shoulders, she gained a bit of weight around her belly and butt, and her breasts swelled to a D cup. Still, her chest failed to measure up to the bust...
A story of love and sacrifice. * Author's Note Much like the title of the story, this tale is a bit experimental for me as well. It is my first story written in the third person point of view. It's also my first attempt at a tragedy. But fear not, if you are a regular reader, you know that I am a sucker for happy endings. So tragic, yes, but not terribly...
I was just a tad nervous as Beth and I strutted up the sidewalk to the front door of the ranch-style house. I was wearing red leather mini-skirt and knee high boots, with a black top. Beth had on her leather jeans, and a white t-shirt. Hand in hand, we approached the front porch, knocked on the door, and Angel greeted us with warm kisses on each of our cheek...