This story came to me through my love of historical fiction. The events are fictional, but the male character is based off of someone real. I care about him very much. If you like this piece, please leave a review! Thanks! For the real David: The Field Cabin The little cabin seemed as though it was a hundred degrees as Annabelle Field, a petite brunette w...
She decided to skip the first door. Too many would have stopped. Not the second door either. Maybe her nerves were getting the best of her. She shifted to the right side of the hallway, slinking across the red carpet. A woman dressed in head-to-toe leather skirted past on the left. The woman wore a black mask, shaped in the face of a deer, with golden antler...
New Discoveries Mark woke up early as usual, but today seemed a bit off for some reason. He extracted himself out of the bed, leaving Rayven sleeping peacefully, visited the washroom and then made his way to his office. That's when he noticed it was only 5:00... he was up earlier than normal! Once he had his coffee in hand, Cricket said, "I may have foun...
Author's note: The following is an alternative ending to my story 'Lady Ravensdale and the highwayman'. It is recommended that you read it first before proceeding. It was five years later and Annabelle was enjoying a soiree at her London apartment. She stepped out onto the terrace to enjoy the cool night air and suddenly her thought went back to that night...
Fisher wasn't the type of guy who fucked a girl just because she had a pussy and he had a cock. He was raised better than that. For that reason, and that reason alone, he had yet to have any of those college experiences that the lore speaks of. That was, until he met Annabelle. He'd always been a quiet, reserved kind of guy. He wasn't a virgin, but he ha...
It was a little more than 12 years ago when I first began to hate the Currey family. My father, Kenneth McQuillan, was the 18th richest man in America… but none of that ever really mattered to me. The priceless possessions which surrounded me all of my life never meant anything to me. The only thing we owned that I revered was a very cheap necklace which...
Getting forced down, a big, fat cock shoved down my throat. I was choking on it, I couldn't breathe. Oh, and another one, ramming my ass. It felt so powerful, and I felt powerless. These things never last though, and before I knew it, I was awake. I opened my eyes and there was the most beautiful woman to me, Annabelle. Well, that is if you consider her a wo...
Two weeks ago Jess had lost the nipple pulling contest against Annabelle. Her right nipple did not hurt anymore, but it still was much longer than her left nipple and a bit thinner and flabby. She was very nervous because today she had to undergo the punishment. Since the event was public and since she had to be naked for the punishment, she took a shower an...
Ever since we met in college, I was wary of what other people would say about my girlfriend. As a nineteen-year-old sophomore, Annabelle was the girl that seemed innocent until you got to know her. I had known her since late freshman year of high school and had watched her blossom from awkward young petite blonde with absolutely no sexual experience to extre...
The trip up the river was hilarious. Three pregnant women in various stages of their pregnancy and various stages of undress lay all over Dave's old fishing boat as it chugged up river against the tide. His best mate Charlie stopped repairing nets as they motored up to the fish board wharf to refuel. "Christ Dave their all up the duff, is that all your work...