Another attempt on my part to write in the American vernacular from a female perspective. I'd really appreciate feedback on this. Enjoy. ______________________________________________ When Candace called us all into her office that Friday morning, I honestly had no idea what it was all about. The business had been going well – very well, in fact – so I kne...
My name is Abbey. This is a story about the day I moved to the big city. I had grown up in a small town, and had worked a job and fucked my boy friend after high school. After two years of working at the local Wal-Mart I got tired of it, and bored with my boyfriend. I got an art school in New York to accept me. All of my friends told me I could draw really...
NOTE: A fictional story designed for those who can handle it. * * * "Hey! You frickin' lazy bum! Wake up, will ya?" "Yeah, getcher carcass out of bed, I'm Armpit..." "And I'm Costello." "Welcome to Morning Mayhem on Rockin' 92!" The crunching chords of Bachman-Turner Overdrive's seventies hit Takin' Care Of Business began. The two hosts continued talki...
Author's Note: I wrote this story to protest the way we treat fat people. Fat people have the same feelings as you and I do. Fat people just want to be accepted, and then left alone to live and love in peace. Think about this: the last time you worked out, was it somebody fat who screamed for you to "Go for the burn?" No, that was your hardbody personal trai...
Note- Totally fiction. I have never met Emma Watson and this never happened. xxx I had decided after my most recent disaster trying to help out young men and women in need of guidance and support that I would turn to something that I knew best. No, not fucking. Acting. The organised free dinner for the needy and unemployed in South London had backfired bad...
Our married life was good, after two years we were still in love and crazy for each other. I work afternoons 4 to 12, Ron works midnight to 8 AM, our schedules kept us apart but when we were together, we made the most of it. Absence does make the heart grow fonder and keeps you wanting each other. My husband, Ron, was a year younger than me, we met in high...
Sugar jiggled and shook with pleasure as the will of the wizardess poured into her like nice, warm, ooey-gooey syrup. She tried very hard not to moan again. Mistress didn't want her to moan again. But gods, it felt so goooood... had to... had to stay quiet... for Mistress... No. Not Mistress. Sugar corrected herself dazedly. Limini. Limini wasn't their Mist...
Copyright 2019 by Stormbringer Note: This is a rewrite of my story "The Unwanted Houseguest" written back in May of 2000. It has been read over one million times at one website with an average score around 9 out of 10. The original was written at a time I was considering retiring and I wanted to write the ultimate cheating wife story. It had all the themes...
Chapter 18: The Sarah in the Other Room A while later, maybe ten minutes, maybe twenty, maybe longer, Jeff was able to start moving his body again. Every movement seemed like it was in slow motion, almost like he was trying to move about underwater. His body was exhausted; he was covered in sweat, his limbs ached terribly, and every breath burned in his lun...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 1 The forge roared with heat. The anvil screamed under the hammer. Fiery sparks flew in every direction, as red-hot steel was being shaped into a rugged blade. "Pardon me!" Helzan paused, her hammer suspended at the top of her swing. Frowning, she tore her eyes from her...