Jessie was your typical girl next door. At twenty-five she was working in the job of her dreams right out of college. She seemed to have everything going her way. Everyone liked her vivacious nature and outgoing personality. Well, everyone but her, that is. A bad breakup with her high school sweetheart during college had been the start. Following that, ther...
Pt.4 — Altars And Virgins by Paul Gerard (a pen name) -- Part 4 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. -- A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) – from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately b...
Thank you everyone for the kind comments and feedback. Feel free to PM me with thoughts and suggestions. ***** The ADA was fuming, the psychologist and resource officer looked scared. The ADA was ten steps ahead of me and walking quickly. I was running to try to catch up. I usually tried to avoid running, being behind in time it looked funny but I was runn...
Jesse and Jessie Sinclair were two of the most popular kids in their senior year at high school. Twin brother and sister both were eighteen, tall and thin with shoulder length blond curls and bright blue eyes. Unbeknown to the rest of the school they were also two of the kinkiest people in the whole town. One day Jessie lay, lounging, on a sofa at their hou...
When I awoke Saturday morning, I was lying on my side, facing Astrid. My eyes gradually focused on her as she slept, lying on her back, her magnificent chest rising and falling in a slow, regular pace. Her hair was tousled, her lipstick and what little makeup long gone, but my god ... she was beautiful. Imagine awakening to that vision every morning. And t...
The date-rape drugs described here—GHB, MDMA and Meth—are real, just, to my knowledge, never compounded for effects quite like those described. The carrier DMSO acts exactly as described and has been used as a substance-drug carrier across the skin for years. I have personal experience with the hypnotic state described here - In the hands of an unethical a...
Carol stood silently at the open door to her husband's den, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. Dressed only in threadbare, faded cotton dress that barely covered the cleft of her bruised thighs, she stared downward, the streaks of mascara from her silent tears only partially obscured by the stringy, tangled dirty blonde hair falling over her face....
From that day on, Cupcake was near constant companion in Sloane and Jack’s ‘play dates’. Jack would alternate between ignoring Cupcake while he tormented Sloane, or restraining her while beating and typically fucking Cupcake. By the end of their sessions both girls were totally exhausted and cuddled under a blanket while Jack went about his business. The gi...
This chapter has a lot more than the category would suggest, so check the tags if there are things you’re specifically looking for or avoiding. Thank you to everyone who favorited previous chapters and/or followed me. It’s very much appreciated. Spa chip key: Nickname: value, favor, color Clouds: 1, Touching, White Canaries: 2, Kissing, Yellow Lipsti...
I am returned, 140 years after Borodin, from the Steppes of Central Asia. Oh, yes, I've made the Golden Journey to Samarkand. I've stayed in that Caravanserai Whose Doorways Are Alternate Night and Day. Maybe sometime I'll relate some of my travels, but now I'll tell you my adventures with Borte. No-one now knows now what this name means, but it was that of...