Jessica looked at her watch and sighed in frustration. 6:30 already! The happy hour had started at 5:30 and at this rate it was going to be at least 7pm before she got there. Not a good way to keep Patrick's interest in her. She'd promised to meet him at 6:00; he'd probably understand, but then again, maybe he wouldn't. They'd only been out a few times, so t...
It was long weekend and you took a trip to the next town over. It was a familiar place and yet far enough to get away and clear your head. It was also a tourist town. So you did the tourist thing, when from trap to trap, and down to their antiquated and kitschy shopping district, Pounding the pavement, you find a new alleyway you have never seen before. Down...
Static Season 2 Finale Lucky awoke in the dark room once again. He sat up on the bed and felt fully recharged. A smile spread across his face as tested the strength of his legs and found them as strong as ever. He wondered if the shot that Muna had given him had really worked. The room was dark, but Lucky's eyes had adjusted to it quite nicely and found t...
She could feel the cum still seeping from her cunt, soiling her thong. She tried to keep it inside but her control wasn't quite good enough, practice makes perfect, she thought, but obviously not practiced enough. It began to wet the inside of her thighs as she walked, her previous climax still causing her to totter slightly on her high heels allowing some o...
Amber ran through the rain soaked streets. The dark streets ahead of her were every so often lit up by a blinding flash of lightning. She was hurring because she was late. Her umbrella was already ripped apart by the wind and she was trying desperately not to slip on the wet cobblestones as she ran in her black heels. The wind and rain were driving into her...
Author's note - this story is about desperation and wetting fetishes. If that's not your thing, this would be a very good place to stop... it also helps if you've read the first part first. ***** Kate and Sam were both having trouble walking as they left the Prince of Orange. Sam was pressing a knuckle into the crotch of her skirt to try and help contain h...
1 The dark alleyway was dimly lit by yellow streetlamps. As a man walked down the alley, he stopped under a pool of light from one of the dim lanterns hanging from the side of the old buildings. The light glimmered on the buttons of his police uniform and belt buckle as he looked around. "Base this is Officer Black. No sign of the reported disturbance. I'v...
His eyes were a dark brown; like a rich chocolate color. It makes you smile because damn, chocolate is your favorite. His smile is bright like an actor's and his teeth are a little bit crooked but it looks so cute. Oh, and damn, he's hunched over a beer and he smirked at something his friend said and shit. His smirk is hot. His shoulders are broad and his d...
There's something about getting to know someone online, and often knowing them in a much more intimate way than people in their daily lives do, that creates a new reality. A tiny universe where only the two of you exist in your most perfect, most poignant, most hyper sexualized forms. Sure, I may not know that you hate onions, but I know you like it when I g...
He had first noticed her a few days ago whilst he was at the antique market. She had been browsing at old prints on one of the many antique and retro stalls. It was not her face or body that had caught his eye, but the amazing display of colourful lilies she had tattooed on her back. He had been amazed at how lifelike they were, as though they had just been...