Snow White stood before the mirror. 'Fuck! Another fucking grey hair. It isn't even time to see Tony & Guy yet for touch-up.' She spat as she plucked the offender from among its dyed black cousins. Getting older is no picnic for a former beauty and queen. Of course, she supposed it could be worse. Thanks to Botox, liposuction and lifts she looked rather good...
I apologise for this story briefly being pulled, but someone reported it. Frustrated that their attempt to one-bomb the story was unsuccessful (the score still rose over 4 before it was pulled) they invented a reason to report it. In the first 30 minutes of its first foray into the Lit world, i.e. before anyone even had time to read it, the story had 35 vote...
Chapter 6 Three days had passed since that night. A few business meetings went by with little issue and most all of home life had returned to some level of normalcy. Beverly slept with me.. or, I guess I should say, I was allowed into her bed. We had our normal morning coffee and small talk about 'stuff'- work, the kids (all grown), chores around the house...
Mary slowly stretched out under the duvet, taking a few moments to appreciate the snug warmth, before she had to get up. As she lay there, she couldn't help but smile, because today was a very special day, a very special day indeed. For today it was her birthday, and her Mom had promised her that now she was almost a woman it was time for a whole new wardrob...
Rutherford Stonemiller looked at his hands. Callouses from his days in the warehouse were still there. He wore a 10 thousand dollar suit with an equally expensive watch and drove a car that cost as much as a three story home, but none of that mattered if a Japanese investor felt those damning, middle class hands. He'd spent a fortune on hand creams, but noth...
Giuliana Benedetti looks at herself in the full body bathroom mirror, all 5'7" of herself. The light olive skin she inherited from her Sicilian ancestors is the hallmark that sometimes gives her Italian ethnic background away. She runs her smooth hands all over her body, trying to understand why her idiot of a husband Giuseppe isn't satisfied with the I...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
Part 2 is an attempt to continue the story line and set up Part 3. Please let me know if there is further interest in a Part 3. I have many ideas floating around. Feedback is welcome. **************** Ch.4 The next day with Sasha... After the meeting with Hans and my "new" team I don't really remember the rest of the day. Everything was so fast paced...
I don't know which I hated more, the dress or the Master. Master Donald. Master Asshole, though I'd never say that unless I wanted to sleep in my cage for a week. Which I don't – it gets cramped in there. The dress was designed to leave nothing to the imagination. Crass. Clingy on my legs and ass, except where the slit went, up the back until it almost rea...
"If you're a bad girl you know I can always take your favourite toy away for another month..." Sloane makes a good, quiet girl out of the patient with nothing more than a press of her gloved hand against the aroused, swollen vagina under the hospital gown. "Ah, there we go. That's my good girl, not feeling so fussy now?" She smiles, leaning over the railing...