Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul. To PokingFun and Talenwolf for the editing help. Also, for all those who helped with the creative process of this story. My weary mind cannot put a name to you all. We share a darkness, a confusion with the injustic...
With a crooked, shaky finger, Mr. Nelson directed Reagan's eyes toward a Christmas tree adorned in small brass bells and holly and centered along a windowed wall that showcased the entire San Fernando Valley. "Fifty years ago, right over there, I watched Audrey Hepburn share several drinks with William Holding as they looked out over the sparkling Valley."...
Chapter 24 On Monday morning, I was racing to my locker after English and before Astronomy to switch my books. Getting rid of Moby Dick alone would improve my posture for the rest of the morning. I quickly dialed the combination and jerked the locker open, only to have it slam close again. Tommy Narburg was standing right next to me. The locker door had app...
Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction, the third in a series of stories expected to include several parts; it is recommended the reader first reads parts one and two. Future additional spin-off stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may a...
Dear readers, If you haven't read Chapters 1-5, I suggest you do so before reading this chapter. You'll miss out on a lot of previous action unless you start with Chapter 1. * * * * * Tom just grinned at John, "Sorry Bud—maybe some other time. We need to be alone tonight—it's our Christmas and New Year's Eve, and I don't have a curfew!" John and Debbie...
Duncan After arriving at their destination and being driven to their hotel, Kara, Duncan, and Mark walked up to the front desk. After speaking with the clerk and getting signed in, they headed upstairs and went into their rooms to get settled. Duncan quickly checked in with his wife through text. As he set the phone down, a soft knock drew his attention to...
I'd only been here a few minutes, and I could tell their reputation was entirely deserved. It's not like I was a stranger to strip clubs. And, here in Nevada, legal brothels. You follow cheating spouses around for a living, you're going to clock in the hours there. "Gerry's Place" had more variety than most, and I hadn't seen a dud yet. All the women were t...
Day 2: Taking Control I wake up the next morning spooning you from behind. You're quiet, so I assume you're still asleep. Your hair is in my face and I breathe deeply in the scent of it and of your skin. Despite our showers I can also smell your pussy. The scent of you brings back the memories of the passionate night before and it's intoxicating. My cock st...
This novella is an exploration of numerous subjects including romance, a form of polygamy, incest, and mild, submissive themes along with a passionate love involving the main characters. Along with all of the topics mentioned above, is a very intriguing mystery based on the idea of exposing the existence of sex slavery rings. It will be difficult to follow t...
This story is copyright 2009 by (lipsticked11). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. * I am owned by a dominant couple and their niece and used as a live-in maid, cook, and sexual slave. My name was Michael, now I am Michelle. This is my story: When I was 35, my wife Connie and I lived next door to another married couple, Denise and Steve...