Day Two After the trials of the day I slept surprisingly well, despite the narrowness of the bed, and the fact that the prison blankets made my skin itch. I woke when the light came on – and for a few blissful moments forgot where I was. Then the stale air and the claustrophobic walls brought me down to earth again. Suddenly there was a banging at the doo...
The inspiration for this very short story is the image that WhiteWave48 displays on her Biography. I don't know about you, but to me it certainly appears that she is affectionately holding some lucky guy's erection - but then maybe it is either my always over-active imagination at work, or perhaps just another of the pieces of pottery that are beside her, o...
I awoke from what felt like a very long and deep sleep, the faint recollection of what might have been a dream faded into the morning air upon reflection. Far from being alone, I was entangled with my lover. We passed the night, in what is best described, as one body. We were intertwined and overlapped, twisted together by our limbs under my sheets. The embr...
As a recently divorced woman taking in the decadent ways of Mardi gras, I decided to indulge my sense of reckless abandon one steamy afternoon. The urge to indulge came upon me while taking a shortcut through a shaded, narrow alley on the way to my hotel. I stumbled upon a young woman getting fucked in the shadows against a stone wall. I couldn't help myself...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** "Okay, buffs are set, party's all here, equipment's good... yeah, this should go fine," Dianna muttered to herself. She adjusted her headset, making sure that she was comfortable and that her party could hear her. It'd be hell if they couldn't, since she was the leader for the raid...
"What's up with your neighbor? Has she always been so bitchy?" I looked at Emily. I think her name was Emily. She had approached me at a sports bar only a few hours before when she recognized me as her former Graduate Student Instructor for an American Lit class. She was now standing beside the bed with a tissue in her hand wiping away my cum that was dripp...
Jeff Murphy's proposition presented me with a quandary of the highest degree. Option one was leave The Morrison Group and return to Artists Unlimited, in a much more controlling position than I ever could've imagined. And with Jeff Murphy effectively revive a company that to the outside world, that is the entertainment world, appeared to be dead and buried...
Edited as always by shygirlwhore. I realise that almost none of the toys mentioned below exist in real life; I just thought they sounded fun! * * * The day ahead was going to be tough, so preparations had to be made accordingly. Unpacking and organising everything into its new home would require a lot of lifting, a lot of travel up and down the narrow ol...
(Note: All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.) It has been two weeks since Jenni first laid eyes on Mark. Now she's back in Dr. Zavodny's consulting room for her regular Friday session. He takes in her appearance and gives her two rapid eyebrow raises to make her chuckle. "So, 2018 is treating you well." "You, too; you're tanned. We've mi...
Erik never really imagined owning anything more than a car, a house, maybe some nice things like an oversized flat-screen TV or a spare guest house situated on the other side of a pool. Now he was looking at a stack of paperwork in a manila folder that said he owned a gentleman's club. A woman who smiled at him through bifocals in a knowing way that should h...