The roar of the engine filled the early morning desert air as the canary yellow 1996 Viper convertible raced down the empty highway. The young woman at the wheel paid no attention to the tableau around her as it hurried past. Her mind was on much more important matters. To anyone who owned a television, the young redhead's face was instantly recognizable. R...
Monday Evening, June 10, 1967 Lisa: A Storm Blows Into Our Lives The last two weeks of the semester are only for finals and thankfully my last one is on a Monday afternoon! I'm confident of making good grades in all of my classes, I'm just tired and ready for a break. Hurrying home late in the evening I feel my excitement building, eager to celebrate the...
Warning: this story involves the submission of a young girl to older women. If you do not care to read about such things, then better go elsewhere. This story is a pure work of fiction. None of the characters are real. ---------------------------------- The red Miata sped down the line of parked cars until it reached the handicapped spot at the end of the...
BETH The soft sound of the alarm in my mobile phone at the bedside table woke me up. It was six AM, and I was feeling like hell. I was hurting bad and my throat seemed to be on fire, I felt that it was closed and I couldn't swallow even my own saliva; I felt feverish and each and every joint in my body was as if it had its own life, such was the intense pai...
It was just after four o'clock and sexy blonde Rebecca, otherwise known as Amanda's mom, was leaving her third shoe store when her cell phone rang. It was a number she didn't recognize, so she answered with a certain amount of trepidation. "Yes?" "Hi Mom." "Oh, hi honey. Where are you calling from?" "Um...downtown." "Downtown? I thought you were riding...
Hello again readers. I've been quite busy, but I've spent my little free time typing up stories. I've noticed that some of the stories in the site are about sex, sex, sex, and, oh, more sex. I know most people here seek these kinds of stories, but there are people like me who thinks everything is not necessarily about sex. Sure, I realized that this is a Les...
Sandra couldn't believe what was happening to her. The 24 year old blonde was in the grasp of this woman. God, she looked almost 60 years old. The woman was tugging at the buttons on her blouse. It was almost all the way opened. Her hand was sliding inside, pushing her bra out of the way, groping her breasts. She wanted to stop it, but she knew she could not...
We've all got secrets. And why shouldn't we? It's part of who we are. Having secrets simply means you're a normal person. Sometimes I will never apologize for. My name is Marguerite Alexandre Jean. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I teach History at Saint...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Tiffany was outside mowing the lawn. Tiffany felt a cool breeze on this hot day. Sweat covered Tiffany's nude body. Tiffany felt lucky that she lives out in the country, otherwise people would see her performing this humiliating task. However it does also work against her. Sometimes Megan would take her out to the woods to play. Tiffany hates it. Megan w...