This story is dedicated to Dee -- my little midwestde. And she knows why. You will know why when you have completed the rest of our story! * My heart quickened its pace with excitement. That night I finally met my new lover. After chatting with her for weeks over the internet, sneaking naughty little orgasms here and there with her, we barely even knew eac...
Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human...
Raven sat at the breakfast table to a plate full of eggs and bacon. Her new step-mom sat across from her looking eager. Lizzy Robinson, formerly Lizzy Malone, was hopeful that Raven would like her cooking. She wasn't much of a cook to be honest and she knew it. Somehow though she felt that if Raven responded well she could be sure the girl was taking the cha...
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Upon leaving university, the reality of life in the big, bad world really hits you hard…or at least it did me. In the late '80's, university grads looking to start their great climb up the career ladder were forced into entry level jobs that they'd never have dreamed of doing while sheltered by the fleeting security of mom and dads money just months before....
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. If that bothers you, then quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category,...
How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts Background: The Trainer I hate men, passionately. They're hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can't stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They're either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places...
Chapter One Jerilyn stared at the phone as it rang a second time. The caller ID showed her husband's name and since it was almost her bedtime she knew what to expect. When she answered the phone, Antony would start the nightly routine he established almost two years ago and tell her he had to stay at work. Again. It rang a third time and Jerilyn scowled...
Coming in the door quarter to eight, hoping to find you there waiting for me, but I don't. I search the house threw and threw. You're nowhere to be found. I wander to the kitchen and finally find a note saying that the guys called and you went out. Laughing I set the note back where I found it and reach for a glass on the counter. I change my mind and wonder...
The next day couldn't have come fast enough. Kristin's normal routine of waking up at 6:40 am and proceeding to prepare for school; wasn't on Kristin's mind. Instead, Kristin was debating whether or not to go to school. She didn't want to see the face of someone that she, only until recently hated. But in reality that hate was nothing more than pain. Regardl...