Disclaimer: I do not own 2 Broke Girls. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Caroline Channing used to pride herself on being a nice 'normal' girl. Now she was pretty much sure she was 100% gay. Or at least 100% gay for Max Black, her best friend/roommate turned girlfriend. Her old self wouldn't have considered that normal, but th...
This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an Internet pay site, without compensation for me --- the writer. ________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any se...
Writer's Note: This is the beginning of a fantasy. It does start slow, at least sexually. I hope that the reader will find a nice pay-off at the end. If I get enough comments, I will continue the story. It has many possibilities! Chapter 1 It was a Saturday morning. I found myself browsing through a pawn shop. I wasn't there because I was interested in buy...
Triple J Cup Educator Hilda Humper Stars In: "Janitor Charlie's Angel" Written by Victor C. Nathan * She was done with classes for the day and she watched as the school was slowly emptied out of students, each of the pupils excitedly expelling themselves from its doors as fast as she often made a load of jism burst from a pent-up penis. Miss Hilda Humper...
Introduction: This is the second part of the story about how an erotic columnist interviews Hemangini for his upcoming work on femdom. Hemangini dictates about how she changed her married life after turning her husband Tushar into a slave. The story is narrated by the columnist of his interviewing with Hemangini. ***** I parked just outside Hemangini's law...
My alarm clock went off at 5 PM. I dragged myself out of bed and looked at the calendar on the wall. Yes, that was why I had to get up. I had made a note that my answering machine had recorded a call from The White House on Elm Street. I had an assignment tonight. So I tossed on my old gray sweatsuit and sandals and hopped in the car. Fortunately I was drivi...
NOTE: DUE TO NUMEROUS REQUESTS AND POSITIVE FEEDBACK (THANKS) THE SAGA CONTINUES. YOU SHOULD READ "THE MUSIC TEACHER" FIRST AS THIS IS A SEQUEL. PLEASE BEAR WITH POSSIBLE GRAMMAR MISTAKES, IT IS ONLY MY SECOND LANGUAGE. * The early rays of the Sunday morning sun brightened the script of my dreams to a blank page. I lazily opened my eyes and recalled the pr...
Copyright 2017 Matt Nicholson. All rights reserved. Disclaimer - This story is as much extreme BDSM as it is fetish. And, yes, this kind of thing, with all the food and boob-biting and such, is wish-fulfillment at its finest. I make no claims otherwise. If you don't like reading about these kinds of fantasies, "Creme Brulee" won't be your cup of tea. If yo...
I was excited about going out with Lexi, more so than I had been about anything in the months since Danni left. The prospect of spending my birthday alone, without my sweetheart, was just too daunting. Being dragged out of my self-imposed exile for a night of drinking and dancing actually looked like an attractive alternative for a change. Perhaps it was jus...
Chapter 5 -- Susan Goes Drinking with Her Friends I never thought I would hear myself say that I needed a break from sex, but after our dinner and ménage a trios with Billy, Susan and I were both on sexual overload and need some time to sort things out and integrate this rapid and amazing change in our relationship. The most important thing to both of us wa...