Veronica's car had come to a stop, and she couldn't get it to start again. She sat, frustrated and upset, inside her BMW on the side of a deserted country road, miles from any town. The skies were growing darker by the minute as storm clouds rolled in from the west, and the setting sun cast an eerie light on the horizon. "At least I'm near a house," she th...
Author's Note When I wrote The Rescue of Princess Lingonberry I had no idea it would be so well received. Usually what I find to be humorous tends to flop on this site. But to my amazement it's actually proving to be a rather popular fairy tale and a few people have even asked for a sequel. At first I struggled with the idea, thinking it would end up bei...
Summary: Sweet 18-year old virgin is seduced by lesbian MILF seductress. Note 1: Thanks to HFernandez for suggesting this idea. Note 2: Thanks to TexBeethoven, Robert, Scott and Wayne for editing. Note 3: This is a NUDE DAY 2017 Contest Story. Warning: This story manipulates religion... if that offends you please quit reading now. Church Girl: 1 Perfect...
Summary: Submissives learn that every cunt has its own unique flavour Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the original idea for what turned out to be a very lengthy, complex story in the vein, I hope, of my 'Catching Mommy' series except without the incest (mostly). Note 2: Edited by H.S., Robert, and Sophia for editing this story. Note 3: New edit Septe...
1. We were having coffee for the third time when things took a surprising turn. She said "You're very good at talking about the game of submission in this sort of academic way, that follows the stories you like to read; limits, safe words, theatrical dungeons, stone floors, chains, stylish leather wear, dramatic lighting, pain and release, a defined play t...
As I drove toward home my pussy was tingling, from both the after-effects of Allyson's lovemaking and the anticipation of what awaited me in my bed. I navigated the few miles home quickly, with very little traffic late at night. When I walked into my dark house and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight and there wasn't a sound. I wondered if everyone w...
You might have seen me once or twice if you happen to visit any of the lonelier cycle paths around Great Britain. I've cycled them all. Mile after mile of empty countryside – away from the cars, away from the people, and away from every other distraction of modern day life. Boring? You've got to be kidding! This is where it all happens – in the natural world...
The furious flapping of wings jolted Tara from her stupor. The bird on the windowsill outside her room was making its presence felt. It had more to do than her, she thought glumly as she rolled onto her side. The days were dragging by and she was starting to resign herself to the fact that this would be her summer. As the holidays had loomed, the questions...
The perfect picture is never far away. *** Emmy was considered to be the most popular professor on campus. She had a certain way with students. There was a passion with what she did. And she loved teaching students. Among other courses, Emmy taught painting, sculptures, and photography. What she loved about art was the free expression. A person could bar...
This is an autobiographical work of fiction. Characters are not intended to resemble anyone living or dead, fictional or real. The quotes at section transitions are from songs that played to mind while writing. They enhance the scenes & are intrinsic to the ambiance of the story. Copy/paste & search 'em, & listen. Really. Listen! They'll add seasoning & spi...