So, for me it wasn't a wardrobe. It was literally walking through the door into my office. One moment I'm in a drab building with grey walls. The next I'm standing on grass next to a babbling brook. I have never been prone to blackouts, and anyway the time on my phone was what I would have expected. I wasn't getting any signal though. Not even GPS. All the...
This is a story about a white woman who develops a craving for bbc. If that theme is not for you, please do NOT read the story, nor send me abusive emails. The story was inspired by the beautiful Tori Owens, who not only inspired my imagination by allowing me access to her world (through her blog and our conversations) but who also added so much value and m...
I suggest you read chapter 1 of this story. * I lay there, naked and bent over the sofa of this woman I had met just a little over an hour ago. She had a finger up my ass, and was slowly rotating it. "I know you like being violated this way, you little slut, I can smell how turned on you are," the woman said to me. I was not going to try to argue with her...
This story took a lot longer than I thought it would to revise and polish up lol. Beware, the beginning is verrrrry slow. Just hold out and I'm sure by the time you begin to get truly bored; it'll pick up. But when reading keep in mind I tried to incorporate the Spanish by italicizing lines that I would expect to be said in complete Spanish so I didn't have...
She was cute, helped no doubt by the fact that she was naked, desperately clutching her panties as she waited for the bathroom. She stood awkwardly, using her right arm to cover her nipples as her legs twisted together and her left hand lazily hanging in front of her hairless pussy. I flashed her a smile which she returned with a slight shrug as she glanced...
Authour's Note: This is the second part of a longer series. To fully enjoy this chapter, please read A Week With Mr. Hansen Ch. 01 first! * I woke up slowly, clutching my blankets around me in a futile attempt to cling to the wonderful sleep I had been having. I yawned as I opened my eyes. There was sun leaking through the cracks in my blinds and judging f...
I can't believe those jerks threw cattle dung at me. No good, dirty rotten, a-holes. They got that shit all over me. That's not even the worse part... Well, that's up for debate. But to top it off we're out of hot water! I had to wash the bull shit off with freezing cold water. I hope to god Steph gets back soon. I wish I could tell her what those jerks did,...
As I hung up the phone, I shook my head and wondered what I was thinking. It was just a few days after my "outing" (quite literally!) at the costume store, and here I was agreeing to go again. Sure, I'd enjoyed the hell out of it. Both the dressing, and the, uh... extracurricular activities with Brad afterwards, but I couldn't keep pretending to be a girl....
When they were both dressed, Isaac took Nall down to her new favorite restaurant again, the IHOP two blocks away. Why she'd chosen the place when they could easily afford to eat in five-star restaurants daily now, he had no idea; he'd never much cared for fine trucker cuisine. Nall was in charge, though. She ordered several pancakes, and Isaac just asked for...
I needed a vacation and a tropical island was the best remedy for the mid-winter blues. Any island would do, as long as it had warm, sandy beaches. So I booked a trip to Jamaica and before I knew it, I was on a plane headed south away from the snow and the cold. My boyfriend Mike came with me and we left that day hoping for another great adventure. I arriv...