Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. All characters are over the age of 18 and are not modeled after specific people. *** Chapter 5: After the Car Ride Faith giggled helplessly as Hannah lightly tickled her feet. Having the afternoon free, she had just been introduced to Hannah's special car rides. Just a casual drive around town, laughing hyst...
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. All characters are over the age of 18 and are not modeled after any specific people. *** Chapter 3: Car Ride Faith's phone chimed in her pocket. Pulling it out, she felt butterflies in her stomach. It was a text from Hannah. 'I'm outside. Let's go cutie ;)' Faith smiled, jumping up from the couch and rushi...
I live alone in a condo complex. I'd been here for a couple of years, when this lesbian couple moved in next door to me. Ordinarily, I don't believe in the lesbian lifestyle, but these girls were really nice. They came over one day soon after they'd moved in, to introduce themselves as Erica and Leslie. I found them to be pretty, vivacious and very cute. The...
I have the real joy of being friends with a great woman, Delores. We used to work together and just hit it off. She was the loud brash one and I was the quiet more professional one, who, of course, could not stop laughing at her antics. She is big chested and full of self-confidence. We are both immigrants to this wonderful country. I came from Asia and she...
One morning whilst checking my inbox I was surprised to find an email from a researcher for a television production company they were making a 'non broadcast' pilot for a game show for some obscure satellite channel had seen my website and wondered if I could phone them to discuss further my possible involvement in the format. Although suspicious that I was...
I always carry with me my brown leather carry all bag which contains my tools of the trade. A variety of feathers including duck, goose and ostrich, a silk scarf, and of course my trusty feather duster. I also carry a variety of brushes and a pair of furry handcuffs and soft hemp rope (when required). I always dress in a discreet and professional manner. I'm...
Why can't I see? That was my first thought, waking up on Sunday morning. My second, and much more concerning, thought was, "Why can't I move?" I could feel something wrapped tightly around my wrists and ankles, pulling them taut away from my body. I was face down on what felt like a bed, which I guessed was mine, but I couldn't be sure. Saturday night I'...
Julie and Amy were in their dorm bedroom talking like they normally did about college and their love lives. They had both been at college for a year now, and been roomies the whole time. They had quite different personalities but had instantly liked each other. Amy was sweet person and Julie seemed to have a bubbly personality that people found hard to resis...
Hawke's eyes had been fixed all day on the mansion, watching every little movement she could. The large glass windows in the back certainly made it easy enough to gather all the information she needed. Her target was the famous Dama, seamstress extraordinaire. The woman was worth a large fortune, and Hawke was sure her financiers would fork over a few millio...
You're sleeping on your front because its warm out and the cool night air feels nice on your naked back. The sudden whisper of your curtains wakes you and you blink into the darkness, deducing that it must have been the breeze from the open window that made them so noisy. You lay your head back on your pillow and close your eyes, only to have them snap open...