Author's Note: Now that my university obligations are done for the year I should spare more free time for this...'Should' is the key word, I promise nothing. You need to get out of here! Run! You can't stay here! Phil's soul seemingly screamed at him. The moment he locked eyes with the petite figure, a part of him somewhere deep down inside of him wanted n...
Author's note: This chapter is about ten years late, but oh well. I decided to scrap the planned non-con for this story, instead continuing on a dub-con route similar to the first chapter. I suppose I just wanted the story to be a bit more wholesome. Anyway, enjoy! P.S: To that one anon who was really A N G E R Y in the comment section of chapter 1, and who...
I was beyond pissed when she breezed through the door three hours late. "Where the hell have you been? I had to get Chad ready and take him to school. Bobby is pissed and I need to get to work." She just shrugged. "Bill wanted us to work over, a couple of hours. Even paid us in cash so Uncle Sam doesn't get his greedy paws on it. It'll make up for any time...
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Wednesday 1:00 PM HST (Hawaiian Standard Time) After spending several months under Nicole's control I've become used to the queasy feeling in my stomach and the heightened awareness of my senses from the adrenaline and anxiety caused by her little adventures to the point that they were becoming embedded into my sexual arousal. However, as I walked off the j...
First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if y...
She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn't felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a stagnant marriage. All because the ro...
========================== The girls try to turn the gay guy straight. This is a VALENTINE'S DAY STORY CONTEST 2015 entry. Just a fun little story about misconceptions, and going with the flow. I'll also have to beg you to be a little forgiving. I haven't had much time to write of late, and this story didn't get the editing it deserved, but it's less than...
The Alarm woke the trio in the morning. Bill reached for it but couldn't reach it without climbing over Monica. Monica groaned and reached for the Alarm and silenced it. "Someone tell me how I got to be near the alarm?" Monica grumped. Bill was the first to start moving, and Jennifer started towards the bathroom to address her overwhelming urge. After she...
Calculated Brutality 3 Melody, mired in darkness, saw the light at the end of the tunnel. She reached, fingers probing, her eyes squinting from the brilliance, and found the jagged stone edges of the opening. A few more steps and the brick and mortar wall was behind her. The brilliance was the sun, ever fixed in its imperial, supreme, neutrality. From the...