(((Note: All Characters in the following story are based on real people in my life, however it is not a true story. All the character's names are changed. All of the following characters are over 18. This story is about humiliation and a person with a Napoleon Complex, so to speak. If sph isn't your thing, move on.))) * It's been a few months since I lost...
This a work of pure fantasy. This chapter contains big dicks, fake tits and mature women. If you're not into that sort of thing, please move on. If you are, then feel free to continue. Enjoy. Remember: All characters are over 18. ***** The sound of soft jazz was the first thing Donald Key noticed when he woke up. The second thing he noticed he was th...
When I made the phone call to let Ollie Pettersen know I was coming I did not know what to expect. My plan was to look for an opening and jab. Ollie’s, I soon discovered, was to jab and then look for an opening. There was not an empty parking space on the lot. Had it been planned? “Key,” a man in a brightly colored shirt and loosely tied necktie said as h...
Why I am standing here displaying myself in chains? There I was looking fantastic, naked, standing with my ankles, wrist and nipples chained. I have a beautiful tall athletic body which features medium length wavy black hair, light brown skin, with medium/large size breasts with protruding nipples. I am a mixed racial woman with Black, Mexican, and Chinese...
Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer. Author's Note: The Coxville Curse 3 is a long story coming in about 175 pages. In previous parts of the smaller more readable The Coxville Curse Saga, I've been rearranging the parts to keep the characters' stories together. This is harder to do with The Senior Bonfire as characters like Kitty Summers moves arou...
"Hello, Miss Ana? This is Henry Williamson. Your father gave me your number. I'd like to get in touch with you soon. Thanks." What an unexpected text message! And why in the world was her father giving out her phone number like that?! Ana groaned and gave the man a call. It turned out that the madman wanted her to join the motherfucking Fair Orchard Coun...
More Australianisms. Doona = duvet Yakuta = dressing gown or housecoat. This is the third part of a twenty chapter story. Any feedback at all would be most welcome. * The door was answered almost immediately. It was Lois, she introduced herself, as she and Harry had met only very briefly on one previous occasion. "Come in, Carol will be a minute or tw...
Author's Note: Sorry I've made you all wait for this for so long but so much has happened since '08. We had to move and there were health issues with both my husband and I, and some family problems that left writing in the background of my mind. I've been slowly returning to it, working on stories I had written and seeing what I could do with them, before go...
Anne lay in bed remembering the events of last night. It seemed all like a dream, albeit a very thrilling one. She wished that Igor had stayed with her till she woke up, to feel his warmth next to her and savour his wonderful body. Anyway, he needed to get to work and also did not want to be discovered by some one coming in to her room. In a little while a...
Chapter 5: Meeting Henrietta and the trip home The next day was Thursday. Brian took us for a tour of the property next door. He first took us to the antique shop that also served as the office. "This room and the smaller bedroom were once filled with teddy bears," he said, as we stood in what had been the living room of the small house. "We lived here whe...