There was a rustling sound in the room. I woke up and looked to see one of the ladies I had seen earlier handing the infant to Michelle. Michelle laid the baby down beside her and lay on her side to give the little one her breast. Michelle realized I was awake and leaned over the baby to kiss me before lying on her side again without pulling her fat nipple...
He hadn't been back to her house in over fifteen years. After his two week stay, he had never been invited back. Her rejection hurt him at first. But then he realized it for what it truly was. Not a rejection. But an end. And end to his training. And end to his humiliation. And the beginning of his sexual journey. That's how he always thought of the years s...
Chapter 1 Max Marks (28) sniffed as if he were smelling flowers and stretched as if he felt free. Actually, the air smelt much better than inside where it was heavy with the oppressive tang of BO. Standing outside Marshland Jail waiting with 13 other ex-inmates, Max thought about the prison Superintendent's explanation why he was being released on Christm...
WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Whilst this is a stand-alone story some readers may recognise some of the characters from my...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to; James Lacy at the address in his profile. All comments appreciated. It had been two weeks since Agnes and Cindy disciplined Susan and Patrick after catching them in bed toge...
Hopefully you will read the earlier stories about how I came to live with my aunt and how I came to dress up as Molly. OK, who am I kidding - How I came to be Molly. But in case you're rushing - I'm a college student who came to live with his aunt. Having no money, we started doing video dates, where I was Molly, a red-headed girl, not Brian, a brown haired...
My name is Susan Mitchell, and my story is true. That is seems wild and incoherent I am aware, however it's truthfulness remains, for this is what has happened... no, what IS happening to me. To tell myself that it is over would be a joke. I know that door will open soon, when it does I may never be able to write again, so getting down my story now is impera...
Full Synopsis: Ingrid Penhurst has received the worst punishment that can be bestowed upon a witch, bar to be burnt alive at the stake. She has been Forsaken from her Coven, and it is entirely by choice. Headstrong and gifted, she will take no part in her Aunt's bloodthirsty schemes and plans of igniting war against the lycans. Instead she spends her ti...
One of the most run-down houses in an old part of town belonged to Melanie, one of my lady friends. That is, it should have belonged to her but it didn't because of a quirky provision in her late Aunt Rachel's will. Mellie was the only heir but her aunt, who didn't like the idea of absentee ownership of houses, required that her niece spend at least one nigh...
[All the sex in this story is hetero. No anal. The characters weren't married so the story belongs in Erotic Couplings or Romance, while if the category "Justice" existed I would put it there.] * On the way back to my hotel after the funeral and reception I was feeling the profound loss of my Aunt Mary. She had been a major influence on my growing up and h...