This story is purely fictional and any connection to real events is purely co-incidental. However, this story is close to my heart, and I stand by what I've written. If you are offended in any way by reading this story, I offer you my sincere apologies. * My name is Linda. I am 25 years old, and I live in New York, the big apple. I am a software consultant...
Author's Note: I could not write a story set in my country, New Zealand, without using words from the Maori language, especially as one of my main characters is Maori. I have included a glossary of the words used is at the end of Chapter 3 for those readers who are interested. And no, 'bach' is not a mistake. It is a word New Zealanders use for a holiday hom...
I lay there in the dark, moaning. Hovering, down between my legs, was Jessica, the ghost who had turned me into such a slut, applying her talented tongue to my pussy. "Mmm," I moaned, "It's almost as if you get better at this every night." Jessica briefly pulled back, "Your pussy is just so sweet, maybe the best I've ever had. Now just lay back and relax....
It was her idea to go to the strip club. Alicia, my newest sub. She knew that as my sub, the expectation when we got together was that she would strip. A slow, sexy strip. She understood that since the first encounter. You play the music, sway your hips, and move towards me. The struggle to draw me in, to seduce me. The rules she had to follow. *Go slow. *B...
Opportunity Knocks Jessy kissed me awake, she whispered in my ear, "come on Nessie we need to get a move on, let's shower together, it will save time, come on." She urged as she pulled me from the bed. I'm not at my best in the morning usually, Jessy nicknamed me Nessie because she said I could be a bit of a monster and it was a play on my real name Nester....
It was several months after my wedding that my growing but still largely unconscious suspicions finally emerged into a realization: I had a rival for my husband's affections. It was surprising, given how grateful he had seemed—after all, Eric had won a bride almost half his age—but I knew that he was possessed of a powerful sex drive and a taste for novelty...
(Intro) I'll keep this brief... My absolute favourite writer is Steven King for not only his style and use of language, but also because he writes under 2 rules. One being that he has no idea where his story is going or where it will end up and the other is that he is highly detailed... Of course I know that I am NOT and probably never will be a "Steven Kin...
Dear Dr. Carroll, I know this letter will be way too long, but my situation is so confused I'm afraid to leave anything out. If you print this in your column, please feel free to cut all the meaningless babble. I've also enclosed a stamped, self-addressed envelope in case you want to reply directly. But I desperately need your advice. I grew up in San Fran...
Felicia Cartwright was heading home after finishing her first year of college, and while her eyes were on the road her thoughts were on getting home as quickly as possible, so she was on schedule to make the 6 hour drive in a little more than 5, so long as her shaky 11 year old Toyota kept going. She missed her Mom of course, although their relationship ha...
For a long time, I never knew what to consider home. When I was 17, my parents divorced. Signed the paper and everything. My father took it upon himself to go back to Korea to his family and my mother decided to stay in Michigan: the place we'd spent our entire family life together in. Before he left though, my parents agreed it was best if I got to choose...