It had been a long three days for Pete, and the "dinner" last night was still with him. As his plane settled in on its final approach to the airport he swore once again that he would never, ever again fly with a hangover. He was still boozed up from the night before but it was the guilt that led his blues. He couldn't believe he had gotten smashed like that....
(Part 1) LAJORIA Day 1 10:50p.m. (school) Tuesday Rrrriiiinnnnnggggg!!!! The school bell rung to begin first lunch and I grabbed my books and left my Calculus class. I headed downstairs to my locker then to the lunchroom. “LaJoria!” a familiar voice yelled up from behind. I turned around to find Tyrell Isaiah Jordan b.k.a. Black a.k.a. Rell, the school’...
I do want to thank my editor "Bandicoot" for making my story a much better. I think it's much better and he deserves the credit. Thank you Bandicoot. ***** Zeshan's luck changed one day when his best friend Zaheed asked him to meet him at his house. When Zeshan arrived, he rang the doorbell and waited for the front door to be answered. Soon a strange voice...
Desperate for cash as well as revenge a woman discovers she can fix both at once. Special thanks to Xpoerotica for feedback and support. * As I turn off the ignition to my old car and stare through the rain-splattered windscreen at the unprepossessing door, I hesitate. Could I go through with this? It seems my stubbornness has painted me into a corner onc...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction that came to me in a dream. It contains many sexual practices including straight, gay, and bisexual actions, and is based heavily around transgendered sex and life. There may also be talk and possibly some levels of BDSM. This is not a fantasy, only the imagery of a world unfolding inside my own mind. CHAPTER SEV...
(This story contains scenes of both sex and extreme violence. Please do not read it if you are upset by either. The only actions portrayed I advocate are those of the hero and heroine. Incidentally, anyone who would treat a woman as the opening scene does, well, let's just say they get theirs.) The woman moaned. This wasn't fun anymore. Hands gripped her w...
A light breeze knocked the leaves off the big oaks and maples that grew in the central quad of Benthamsthwaite College as Chrystal Baumgartner pedaled her bike down the walk and toward the faculty housing. She pulled up in front of her aunt and uncle's brick cottage and went inside. Before she could climb the stairs to her bedroom, she heard her aunt's voice...
"Alright, Richards. Nearly show time," I muttered to myself as I slid out of the car. I walked around to the passenger side to get my briefcase and hand-outs, my two-inch black heels crunching on the gravel drive of the community building. My knee-length wool coat kept most of me warm against the early autumn wind, but blasts of unwelcome chill smacked again...
Friday evening. The night before the High School Slave for a Day Charity auction. Monica Gift needed a bit of downtime after the events she had achieved this week. Between yearbook photos, challenging her Braless Brigade of slutty followers, dealing with a lusty photographer, body painters, and counselling warring lovers, she required this simple pleasure....
Chronicles of Slave Nano No.3: A True Account of the Mission to rescue Goddess Rhiannon from the Roman debauchers The dark grey sky hung over the Welsh border hills like an omen of impending doom. It was as if some cataclysmic event had disturbed the natural order of things. I knew the circumstances that had presaged the unleashing of these forces. I knew t...