This is the 7th and penultimate chapter. All characters are over the age of 18. It's another very dirty chapter! Full of fetish and bodily functions. Please go elsewhere if it offends you, or enjoy it if it doesn't!! ***** "She did what!!" Fay was screaming down the phone so loudly that I pulled the handset away from my ear for a couple of seconds. "We...
Chapter 9 -- Dressing For Success, Again In spite of the vibrating plug, I somehow fell asleep. When I woke up, it had stopped vibrating. I didn't know if the plug had run out or if Jane had taken pity on me. It took me a second to realize that the gag had been removed during the night as well; I guess Jane really had decided to take it easy on me. I'm norm...
Chapter 2: Lacie Sold Lacie awoke in complete blackness. There was nothing in the dark, save for a small amount of jostling and bouncing. Lacie began moaning, and the sound came to her as if it were muffled, the source far away from her. Her thoughts were hazy and scattered, a throbbing headache pounding behind her eyes and at the base of her skull. Lacie t...
**Please leave feedback, I legitimately love it and find it motivating to write more! Happy to receive direct comments as well if you prefer not to comment on an individual story :)** The previous evening we had spent Christmas Eve at my brother-in-laws house. It had been a nice gathering with family and friends, and no drama whatsoever. Being as we were go...
V2 ***** (Ryan) "I cannot believe you married Jesse Summer," I called out. I was visiting my dad for the holidays in Los Angeles. I planned on staying a couple weeks since it'd been a few years since we'd seen each other. I'd just gotten in that morning, and in our old habit, we went to work on my car as we caught up. I was on my back on a mechanic cre...
Surprisingly, to Diane at least, the rest of the week at work went on pretty much as usual. The new outfits she had purchased were the only ones she wore, Juan checked her out every day that she was there, and for the most part Michael ignored her. At first she had been very surprised by his apparent lack of interest in her, but every so often he would do so...
Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, beside...
It started innocently, I'm sure. I was standing at the boring café's counter, waiting for tea and a price, minding my own business. I guess I attract these kinds of people. I stand out, with the lavender dyed hair tied back in a tight bun. Or maybe it was the leather knee highs in the business woman's attire. Or maybe he just saw my ass. If it was the latter...
She awoke as she did every day, alone in the solitude of her bed, swaddled in Egyptian cotton and a duvet of silk and down. Ethan, of course, was nowhere to be found. He never spent the night. Warm light streamed in through the heavy linen draperies; her room, a large affair punctuated only by a bed, was situated on the third floor of the eastern side...
I was in a pub with a few friends, Molly amongst them. We had a long-lasting friendship, with, sometimes, benefits. Don't get me wrong - we were not in a permanent arrangement of this kind, but we sometimes would booty call each other. It lasted a few years but never when one or both of us were in relationships. We learned what we liked and we experimented t...