EFAVA woke to a sudden lurch as she slid an inch on the floor. She looked around, dazed, and realized she was in a van. Probably one of the police vans, she thought. Several men in uniform sat on the benches located on each side of the van, swaying with the driving motions. They were all staring at her, and for good reason. She noticed her shirt was torn, l...
Author's Notes: This was written originally for the recent 750 word event. Although I contributed another story I wasn't happy with the original ending on this one. For those readers not familiar with the 750 event, it's an author sponsored event where you try to write an entire story from beginning to end in exactly 750 words. (The minimum the site allows...
There's something familiar about the art studio, if only Sally could recall what. The owner greets her warmly. "Hi, I'm Danny. Thanks for coming over in person to check the images, so much better than online or phone?" Nice looking man thinks Sally wistfully, and those piercing blue eyes... unfortunately, he looks to be a decade my junior. Around 15 minut...
Bathing Him was a journey of discovery, navigating every inch of Him. Her slippery hands began firmly on His chest circling around His nipples, not touching as he had told her how sensitive they were, just teasing then moved northward to His broad shoulders, then down each strong arm. She studied each muscle as if to etch it into her brain, to memorise it. B...
Jolie knelt before her pallet in the tiny cell, head bowed. Her hands rested against her slightly swollen belly, the only visible evidence that she carried the King's child. As often did, the image of her sister and her father flowed through her mind, and sadness washed over her. She longed to see her family again. Jolie didn't want her baby born on an alien...
This chapter features Kristine from the Perfect Prey story. If you don't know it already, I recommend that you read both chapters of that before you continue with this story. But it's not absolutely necessary, so just enjoy. After I'd managed to seduce Kristine for the second time, I was convinced that I wouldn't get another night with her. She'd made it...
The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. As explained in the previous story, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was widely accepted that if a girl was extremely prof...
Day three. I was a bit more nervous, so I arrived earlier than usual. I got there about 10 minutes before class started. Because I was so early, I was the first one to arrive. I walked to my usual spot in the second row, and put my bag next to my chair. Before being seated, I took a big breath and readied myself for what I was about to do. The reason I w...
"Silence!" Mme Arnaud's tungsten-steel voice ripped thought the steamy air of the dining room just after 10pm on one of the hottest Sundays of the summer so far. Even this late in the day the temperature was in the high 20s - but that voice was more than enough to chill me to the bone. I could tell from the way she was looking at me, that mad smirk, that s...
The short synopsis of this story to date is included below, but reading the previous chapters may help. Also, in this chapter, I explore something that was recommended by a reviewer. ***** This is the continuing story of a cuckquean, my wife, Ann. She had been reading cuckold stories on line and decided that she was a cuckquean, a kind of female cuckold....