Jenna dressed carefully the next morning, asking Mandi to help her with her hair. It had to be up in a ponytail, but wanted it to look extra pretty. Mandi used a large curling iron to make beautiful curls and pulled it up into a soft ponytail. Then she did her friends make-up, soft and pretty to match the hair style. She pulled out a lacy white bra with...
Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction, the first of a series of stories expected to include several parts. 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 also be found in other works by the authors. Feedback is desi...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting pain, including caning. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are...
She looked up from the table as he was getting up to leave. She had missed the last thing he had said, lost in a thought. Too much wine. "I'm sorry," she said, stopping him. "What did you ask?" "Just wondered if you'd had enough, or if you wanted anything else?" She was pretty full and there was still a lot left on her plate. "No, thanks. This is fantasti...
Married fifteen years, and feeling it. I didn't suppose it was unusual, but why should I be like all the rest, and settle for life of boring respectability? My urges told me otherwise – with horrible frequency. Problem was, I didn't think they were shared. Then, right out of the blue, I came across my still-attractive 38 year-old wife, Sandra, reading a lit...
A note from the author: As someone who thinks about erotica for a large portion of his waking day, my biggest complaint on the subject is that in a lot of short stories the characters rarely earn the fuck the author describes in blow-by-blow detail. I'm all for anal fisting in the dirtiest bathroom in Scotland, I just want to feel some connection with the c...
Hey there everyone, my name is Kitt Cartwell and I am a 22 year old white transsexual. Sorry if I got to the point, as it were, too quickly on that, but I have recently resolved to be a bit more honest about my true state. I think you will agree after you read my little story here that this is a good idea. I guess if I had to put a moment at which this stor...
-Hello everyone, this is my first submission so please be patient as I learn. Comments welcomed and taken into consideration...This is the first and second chapter of Avoiding the Storm... Hope you enjoy! German words: -Ein fauler Sack = lazy bastard -Er geht mir auf den Sack = He's a pain in the ass *Adrian --- In Germany* "Ein fauler Sack!" hissed Adr...
I spent the drive home crying. Not because I was upset or because I was so happy, just because I was having so many powerful feelings at once. The trigger was when I reached the end of his driveway and saw a text saying, "I miss you already." Most of the day I was in submission, if you have never experienced that, picture being a happy drunk at 4AM. That's...
Not again, I thought when I walked in the room. I knew Peter and Sabrina were crazy about each other, but this was crossing the line. "Hey, you two. Mind clearing out? The new boss'll be here this afternoon," I said. Peter, chagrinned, pulled away from the figure pushed up against the wall. We kept things informal at Beachside Inc., but this was the third...