---------EARLY SUMMER---------- It was only mid-June, and yet my summer was progressing at a different pace and intensity than any summer I'd ever had. I had been out of school for only a week before Mrs. Russo had come to our house and hired me to do household chores for her and her husband, Mike. It has been slightly over three weeks since I began worki...
*I am not affiliated with World Wrestling Entertainment, the original 'Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling', or Netflix's GLOW. This story is fiction. If this is your first time reading one of these, BCW takes place in an alternate universe, the same alternate universe as parts 1 through 4. While even though WWE ring names are used a different name is used because...
From my seat at the computer, I could move my head a little to the left and see the middle of the back yard. That's where the lounge chair was laid out flat, and that's where Samantha was laid out flat on top of it. But there was nothing flat about Sam. I took a quick peek, and noted the little bumps in the skimpy bra, where her dainty nipples were standing...
Gentle Reader: Thank you for reading "Sometimes Love is Not Enough", the first submission of this story. Your comments and votes were appreciated. I felt it was only fair that Janice be able to tell her side of the story. As you know, the first part of this story is in first person, his point of view. This part of the story is in first person, her point of v...
Three weeks had passed since Katrina and I got married. Our honeymoon went quick but we made the most of it. Everyday Katrina had me out of the chastity belt and made love with me, sometimes more. Although I wouldn't say it wasn't enjoyable to me, I just never had the opportunity to interact. The only time I could interact and pleasure her with at least my...
Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. You must be 18 years or older to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not at least 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. This story is fiction and as such is protected under the first ame...
My name is Francesca Karin Aadland Romanetti and I am the leader of the people of the "Good Kingdom," the mountain valley paradise that is known to the native Tibetans as Swarga Loka, which is its Sanskrit name. My family of sisters and I live on the highest mountain in Tibet, called the Shishma Pangma, where the colossal Himalayan Mountains form a border be...
Some of the criticism of my past work has been that the stories were too short. This story on the other hand might be too long for some. I must warn you to not make too hasty a judgement on some of the characters. Cm. Chapter 1: The New Beginning. I stood and stared at the bronze in front of me. There was something disturbingly familiar about it, something...
CHAPTER 1: EXPLORATION The gel layer began to soften, the pressure that kept his twitching limbs immobilized slowly fading. As soon as he was able, he rose from the pod, sitting waist-deep in the strange fluid. Everything hurt, he felt as though an electric current had been running through his every nerve, and he wasn't sure why. He blinked his eyes as his...
February Sucks. by GeorgeAnderson. This tale has its origin in a conversation remembered from some decades ago. The conversation shocked me, and made such an impression that I'm quite sure I remember its essentials correctly. A recent event reminded me of that conversation, and motivated this story. Thanks to BlackRandl1958 and stev2244 for their kindness,...