Moira Dingle was frustrated. She had just returned home to Butlers Farm after delivering meat to the Woolpack pub, in the Yorkshire village of Emmerdale, and was resisting opening a bottle of wine, so soon after drying out from an alcohol problem. The reason for her frustration was her estranged husband Caine. He had left her after her affair with the farm...
Disclaimer All persons or entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or entities, existing or previously existing, is entirely coincidental. "Hello, WC Auto Service, how may we help you?" "I need to get a service done on my Toyota Corolla" said Lisa. "Can you do it in my driveway this Saturday at 11...
Caine Dingle had finished servicing the BMW he had been working on, locked up his garage and set off to Butlers Farm, where his estranged wife Moira had asked him to take a look at the clutch on her tractor. Even though a divorce was going through, they shared a son and Moira was very close to his son from a earlier relationship. So despite being indifferen...
Any parts of the story that is in Italics are telepathic messages. * As Simon rose to his feet surrounded by Terra, Cara and Madison as they checked to make sure he was ok. Simon went over to check on Caty she was still breathing but unconscious, as Terra, Cara and Madison walked over to join Simon none of them knew what relation Caty was to Simon then Mad...
Late on a Friday night, Cara stood in the Commission Conference Room on the top floor of the Denver Central Public Library. The library was closed, but she had snuck away from a special event in the basement conference facility. Even after several glasses of champagne, Cara was bored at the fundraiser and this room was one of her favorite spaces in the city....
This is a continuation of this couple's story, but with little explanation of their Chicago weekend in chapters 1-3. Most of these locations are real, although twisted as needed for the sake of fiction. The characters are of the imagination. Thank you! * The rain fell; a soft mist covered surfaces with a glaze of moisture. Cara looked out her office window...
This chapter is a little less monster, and a bit more lesbian. Hope you enjoy! As always, a rating and comment go a long way x CW: excessive cum, distortion, fisting, sex slave, non-con -- Toes dragging through the dirt, Kat was led by the guards, burly and strong as they were, to the girls' den. Their string hands and commanding grip made her a litt...
*These stories are based on real people, who have been renamed for privacy reasons. The situations, however, are mostly fictional, written for your enjoyment. So, please enjoy. And please, leave feedback. Tell me what you'd like to see, what I'm doing wrong, and what you saw already and really liked. Feedback is the only way for me to progress as a writer, a...
Cara watched as the only person she knew in this castle rushed after the king with only a sudden glance back at her. A mixture of emotions over took her as she starred after Liliandra confused and overwhelmed she looked around at the entranceway of the castle in which she now stood. It was huge made entirely of a grey white stone that shined from the repeate...
The wide, elastic belt was taut against Kat's minotaur hide, pushing her crotch against the soft, warm mounds of Cara's backside. Cara purred, grinding against the limp cock as it started to grow against her, stretching downwards. 'That's it, get hard for me, baby,' Cara said as she looked over her shoulder. Kat groaned, struggling with herself. On one ha...