Nov. 8, 2004 The following story is just a figment of the sexually twisted mind of the author. And, in no way has a connection to any persons living or otherwise. It is written purely for the enjoyment of the reader. * * * * * Chapter 2: The Gift From Sylvia Julie had decided that she wasn't going to school. It was her birthday and she wanted to have tim...
Mina's forearm was sore from the weight of the textbooks that had been digging into it all day, nestled in the crook of her arm as she migrated from class to class. Her last class of the day was over, and she pushed past hordes of chattering girls towards the library—her sanctuary. Her favorite table, in the back corner, was empty as usual. Not many people u...
I waited as long as I could. The covers flew in a procession, off my body, on my body. Lying one minute on my side, then on my back, then on my stomach, burying my face in the hot pillows. My teeth gritted, I clutched at the sheets and waited. But, it was no use. With one quick motion, I threw my pajama clad legs over the bed and stood, arms covering aro...
I was on walking home from work when I saw my best friend Susan. We had known each other for years, almost as long as we had been married to our husbands. Our friendship was very special, we really talked a lot to each other about our husbands and work and other gossip. I called out to her and she crossed the street to walk with me. I always admired and envi...
Women are stunning. Their ample breasts and gentle curves, soft skin and shining hair are the epitome of beauty. They inspired Da Vinci to paint and Alexandros of Antioch to sculpt. They can uplift the most down trodden spirit and lure even the purest soul to sin. Women are simple yet complex, innocent yet dangerous. I've always thought of women this way....
It was probably about 10 am, I wasn't sure. I had been wandering around since day break, not knowing where I was heading. I had no idea of the approximate size of the forest I found myself trapped in; I had no map. All I had was a bottle of water but I finished it a couple of hours before. I had stopped a few times to rest my legs. On the fifth stop I was...
Authors note: Firstly, I would like to let you know that there is very little sex in the story. I did try to squeeze more in but it detracted from the chapter, which is basically the back story for Jan and Kasper. I know that it won't be to everyone's liking, but I like my stories to have plot with a touch of sex, and not sex with a touch of a plot. If tha...
Note: Dear readers, this is a continuation of my story "The Subjugation of Rita" which was very well received. I've had much positive response and have been inspired to continue to story, focusing on the first time 18-year-old Rita visits her mature Mistress. I would like to acknowledge the very valuable help I have received from Jjohnr3 in editing this sto...
Jake fled as soon as Sarah looked at him. He didn't know how long he had been frozen there, watching in a twisted mix of gut wrenching horror and unwanted arousal. He just knew he needed to escape from that room and the betrayal that had happened in it. He practically dove into his own room and slammed the door behind him. It was all he could do to just coll...
Day 11 -- SATURDAY Holly woke up early. Emma was sound asleep. They had been up late performing for Uncle Jack’s sex club. And stayed up even later playing with each other. Holly smiled and looked at Emma. “I’m engaged!” she thought, “To my best friend.” The idea was still new to her and made her burst with emotion. She smelled Emma’s hair and licked beh...