This was inspired by your love of rubber, our thoughts of dressing me up and a certain little fantasy of yours that you keep whispering in my ear and always makes me cum!! The attire, incidentally, was mainly leeched from Skin Two! Something Else You'd told me to dress in the clothes that you'd lain on the bed. Everything apart from the stockings and shoes...
Chapter 18: Rage "Why are you still working for Miranda?" asked Jake as Jason dragged him towards another room. "Because I'm loyal to her, not like you," snarled Jason as he hauled Jake's struggling form towards the interrogation room. "Sarah wants to have a little fun before Miranda arrives tonight," Jake suppressed a growl as he struggled to contain the...
The bells had just rung out signalling the end of the school day and the throngs of students at Madison Ashley Senior High spilled out from their classes and slouched their way across the campus. The usual groups and social clusters began to assemble as the students filtered out to car parks, bus stops or stopping to loiter along the way. Everyone was in th...
This story contains a few spoilers for my other story Trapped, nothing you wouldn't find after the escape but all it really does it tell you a few connections, and really it's a very long way into the story. This is a story about Vincent and how his life was when he was young,I want to note now that in my stories there are no years as we know them, the mont...
4 I awoke to my mother banging around in the kitchen. "What's going on?" I asked still half asleep. "The wind is starting to pick up. I'll make some coffee. Maybe you should get up top." I found my clothes, got dressed and got out of bed. I had to squeeze past my mom in the small galley and it felt wonderful as our bodies pressed against each other. I he...
So this is my newest story. I know I've been sporadic in my submissions, but you know how life can be sometimes. I will return to The Punchline, but I think I may rewrite the whole thing, as, reading over it, I felt it was very rushed and, while decent, was definitely not my best work. And I'm a writer for fuck's sake, so I should be rewriting shit cause I'm...
I finally was able to buy my very first house. No more apartment living for me. My new house is on the outskirts of town. It is a cute little 2-bedroom home with a big yard and lots of trees. It is in the perfect place for me. I can't wait to get settled in. But first, I need to get all my stuff moved from my small apartment to my new home. I managed to arr...
The pungent smell of ammonia startled Garrit. Unable to see with his blurred vision from sleep, he tried to rub his eyes. Yet, his wrists painfully hit a sharp metal brace. The metal brace felt like handcuffs. His hands were behind his back. Bright light blinded him. He could hear heavy boots pacing and turning on the floor. His vision became clearer. A sma...
"More wine, Ginnie?" Lawrence asked in a "maybe you've had enough" tone. "Yes, please," I answered, turning my gaze back to the last of the lingering sunset behind the Allegheny Mountains on the other side of the Shenandoah Valley. I was a bit amused at what must be a conundrum for him—wondering if I'd had too much to walk a straight line but enough to make...
What happens when you explore an abandoned paint factory Contains paint, tar and glue. Maxine Jenkins was always known as a bit of a 'tom boy', she would always be the one girl who wanted to play with the boys, always the one to come home muddy with her clothes torn and now, aged twenty the one who enjoyed the pastime of urban exploration. Urban explorati...