Hello again, my kinky friends! This is a story that follows my most recent kink story, "Owning April." If you have not read it, check it out! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my dirty mind and story! And last but not least, Stay messy, kinksters! Xoxo DISCLAIMER: All of these characters are above the age of eighteen! If you are triggered by bondage or ro...
Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission. ________ Of course all the actors in this script are of legal age. ________ Thanks again to Bernard Lyons for his editorial insight. ________ Author's Note: Kelley, my soulmate, has helped me with this second installment. Love you baby! ________ My eyes opened reluctantly to the...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. "Alice's Restaurant" "She shoots, she sco...
Part 3a: Kate's Story Feedback most welcome. ---*--- It was Friday, June 27, and Mark and I were out on our weekly "date night." We had completely spaced the opening night of the Blues Brothers movie last week having instead fixed a nice pasta dinner and stayed in drinking wine, watching TV and making out on the sofa. Everyone was raving about the new mov...
NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual relations are over the age of 18. This story was originally posted a few days ago. I pulled it to correct a number of egregious editing errors, for which I apologize. Please note, I have placed a story within a story, so the narrative shifts from third-person to first person for a while. However, I have placed heading...
This story features nobody under eighteen. My childhood was a mess. The daughter of a career serviceman, I was flitted from airbase to airbase until I was thirteen, when my dad, whom I had worshipped, upped and left. It dawned on me then, as had clearly been discovered by my father, that my mother was a slut, and little more than the 'camp bicycle.' Before...
It's been a while, but finally some characters came knocking on my door wanting to get their lives back. Since they are two of my favorites, I decided to oblige them. This is a sequel to "Welcome to My World," and some of it will make more sense if you read that story first—but it should work ok as a stand-alone in a pinch. No tears this time, but like its...
(DISCLAIMER: This story is an original work done by me, its author. It was originally written as a gift for a very dear friend of mine, and has since been submitted here for the sake of its artistic value. Do not claim this story as your own work, or reproduce it as yours. The people and events depicted in this story are all fictitious; any similarity to act...
Chapter 2 Breakfast in Bed and Other Interludes Author's note: This story won't make much sense unless you've read the preceding chapter. I urge you to start from the beginning if you haven't already. I was startled awake by a loud clap of thunder. I looked around the room, disoriented, trying to make sense of my surroundings. It was well after sunrise,...
"They might as well call it Phi Sigma Sex! the way they're all supposed to carry on over there," Donna said to me as we walked past the imposing sorority house, its white wooden columns gleaming in the sun. Those words electrified me. If what Donna said was true, this was definitely the sorority for me! Donna lived in the women's freshman dorm down the hal...