Claire's father owned the old hotel. It was somewhat small. Only 5 floors. It had been with their family for several generations. Claire's father lived there as he ran the place and Claire grew up there as well. After briefly moving away for college, Claire had returned to the hotel while looking for a job of her own. She was always happy to help her fathe...
I strongly suggest you read the earlier chapters of the series, as they provide important context about the characters and themes of the series. ********** I could not believe I was in this position, licking the crotch of this middle-aged doctor who only a few minutes before I had been interviewing for my research study on BDSM activities between women. I...
The heavy cement building went from a speck on the horizon to a great looming hungry monster in seconds. Kelsey’s eyes took in the structure. The walls were cold and unwelcoming; the electric fence was topped with angry looking razor wire. The gray sky above matched the setting well. Kelsey saw the blood on her hands through the blur of tears. She had been c...
The moment I saw Jenna Swallow walk by me and take a seat at a table on the other side of the bar, my past hit me like a punch to the gut. Even though I regained an iota of control of my senses, my pulse continued to quicken. My breaths remained shallow. I took a big gulp of beer to try to compensate, cringing at how painful it was to swallow. She looked j...
Author's note: To my loyal - and new - readers, thanks again for the votes and comments. Love getting your feedback. This story works better if you've read the first two parts. Probably a couple more to come. And for those who feel part two ended too soon - I only have so much time to write and I feel it's better to post shorter segments regularly than longe...
Author's Note: Hey guys, I know that it's been such a long time, but I've been having a hard time just finding the inspiration to write this story, trying to figure out where to go from here. Thanks for your comments and patience with me and this story. As I have mentioned before, this is one of the last few chapters left and I will try to submit new series...
"Now where was I?" Cassie asked. "Oh yeah. So your mom had just said I looked good enough to fuck, which, I've got to tell you, sent a little jitter through me. I mean my pussy's practically dripping I'm so excited. I can already smell myself, and I'm wondering how long before she catches on. I know I've got to make my move soon, but I'm so incredibly nervou...
I snuggle next to Elisha, enjoying the sweet drowsy softness of her body against mine. I pull her just a bit closer, giving her a little squeeze. The sun is warm where it falls through the lace curtains. It's going to be a hot day. But right now everything is perfect. The warmth, the sun, the long day ahead...I sigh in contentment. "What's for breakfast?"...
Chapter 3 Where do the panties go now? I am Sandy, Wendy's and Candace's neighbor. We have lived on the same cul-de-sac for about 8 years. Wendy and I have been good friends; we are both age 45. A few months ago, we became even better friends, intimate ones you might say. I had never expected that to happen because she seemed so straight, but it was wonder...
Author's note: the prompt for this story was "I got more turned on in two minutes with her dominating me than I've had in vaginal sex with any guy." This is a short little romp. If you enjoy it, write me an encouraging note in the comments! *** "Twenty minutes, sugar. The two-minute drill. You haven't finished your first week, yet." Issa stared in my face...