I was 18 years old. Just completing my Sr. year in HS and the summer was right around the corner. Ever since 8th grade I babysat around the neighborhood to earn money. Early in the school year, I began sitting for a neighbor two doors down from my house. She was a young, single mom who moved into the area just about a year before. I admired her, as when she...
Auction Series b, "Sold By My Friends" I am a Slave. Two years ago, my friends, Anita and Tracy, sold me at a Slave Auction by accident. At least I think it was an accident. But I'll never know for sure. This is my story: Caroline's POV. First, a little about me. My name is Caroline. At the time of the story, I was a 24 year old with a great body, blond ha...
(This adventure is based on the story "Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos" and its sequels by Melissa Dubban, used with the author's permission. While starting from the author's premise, the player's choices may take the story in a very different direction than the original. That is after all a big part of the fun.) It had been a slow day at the antique sh...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * * What was I doing here? I watched as everyone walked around...chatting one another up...mingling, that was the right word, wasn't it? I'm not a social person, so even a 'small get together,' with 50 or so people, in a posh hotel suite, was too much for me. Nevermind the re...
Chapter Two: What happens on the way to their new home? Miss Casandra Hall is feeling very happy as she pulls the car into the driveway of her new home and stops the before the gate. She is thinking back at the last two months; "correction" she thinks and smiles. "Two months and 4 days to be exact. It was exactly that long ago that she conquered Tara, hav...
The day was getting long. Kate sat and stared out the window. Richmond was not the city it had been four years ago. She remembered with a smile the days before the war. When gentlemen from both the north and the south came to seek her talents. Not just smelly soldiers with nothing more in their pockets than useless Confederate script. She remembered being pa...
Bea sat alone in a little alcove reading the morning papers as the rain pounded down on the pavement outside of the cafe. The news had promised dismal weather all week and they had delivered on that promise, the weekend before having been a complete wash out too. At first the idea of being off work for two whole days and doing absolutely nothing had seemed i...
"You're starting to sound a lot like my mother, Jen" "Hey, I'm just being honest with you. You're twenty-seven and I don't think I've seen you date anyone since that creepy saxophone guy you took to prom. What was his name again?" "Jeff, and he played the bassoon. I have no idea how you mix the two up." "Yeah, whatever. Point is, it's not good to be on yo...
I have my own landscape design studio. It's quite small since I'm the only employee but the benefits can't be beat. A few years ago, I bid on a renovation design for someone I probably wouldn't have if I hadn't needed the money. Since it was during the winter, I jumped on it because it's good to line up jobs to keep you busy during the summer work months. Or...
I remember when the story began, it was a Tuesday. Cici had just come home and she was very excited. My name is Wendy and Cici is my roommate, my best friend and we're both 20 years old. We're both Bi but prefer men, although we do have sex a lot with each other. We're the only women either of us have ever us has been with. And we're both small women with...