12:14 AM Cathy walked swiftly through the dark halls of her university's math building. The chilly night air ran past her legs and flitted up her skirt. After spending what was probably half her life in catholic school she felt much more comfortable in skirts when she was at school. "I wish they wouldn't turn off the heat at night", she thought as a shiver r...
Author's note: All persons depicted in this story are purely fictional. No person involved in any sexual hanky panky is under the age of 18. Slow buildup, but I hope it is worth the read. My name is David Brown. I have been employed at a mid sized law firm in the Greater Seattle area for nearly 18 months, with a specialty in corporate law. I am approaching...
When he dreamed, he was an old man. He looked past his grey beard down his old body. His arms were restrained, covered in needle marks from years of heroin use. Masked white faces floated around him, poking and probing his body, holding long needles. Thirty years before when he was in his prime, he would of fought his way out of the room. One blow of his han...
Fighting against the restraints was useless as I was held tightly, so I started to yell. "Let me go!" I did not want to use all of my strength as I knew I would need it, but what could I do? I couldn't see myself letting him do whatever to me without a fight so I did the first thing that came to my mind and spit on him. "Oh this one is feisty, Lumara!" Klin...
His Temptation – The house was dark, the main room only lit by the flickering of the many candles she so loved. The TV was off, the forlorn Playstation 3 resting beside it, unused and unloved for the evening's entertainment. In the distant kitchen the remains of the evening meal, lovingly prepared by the both of them had been washed and cleaned away, as wa...
A first person perspective story written especially for Theresa... * Welcome to my new world, a world I had only fantasised of previously, fantasies that left my writing body covered in sweat, and my pussy dripping my own cum over the bedclothes. Yes, I, Theresa, am now a slut, in mind and now very much of body. All it took was one moment, where I let myse...
Jenny had always been a jock chick. As an incoming freshman on a volleyball scholarship at her college in the city, she didn't go to the beach to tan or to flirt, she was there to keep in shape in the off-season and challenge herself against top players, including men. Maybe especially men. She prided herself in holding her own and becoming "one of the guy...
Sacramento Between marriages was an adventurous time and busy years for this girl. It is the second period in my life for sexual experimentation and many lovers. During this time I maintained one serious relationship, conducted an intense clandestine affair, and orchestrated many casual encounters. Additionally, there was one fellow who we now call a frien...
Authors note: Not much sex, just a story. * He couldn't face me. He knew what he had just done to me and he knew how much I was hurting. How could he not? My best friend since the third grade, the best man at my wedding, Brandon knew me inside and out. To make him feel easy I said: "Relax bud, we don't shoot the messengers anymore. You sure she didn't see...
Hello and welcome back to Werewolves and Indians. I am actually attempting to slow this story down, and not rush it. Most of my stories, I have been told, seemed rushed. So, just to warn you that this story is definitely a SLOW BURN There will be sex in the story, but it will happen when it is the right time. There is NO SEX in this chapter, but please don...