Sharron woke feeling a bit numb from the manhattans. The big pitcher of them Bobby had mixed needed to be drunk, after all. After the wild, sweaty four-way with Kelsey and her parents, they sat around naked, sipping cocktails, talking about life and sex. Sharron had never done that with adults before. It felt so...civilized. She lay in bed longer than she s...
Jess and Mike were running their own successful tattoo and piercing studio. Over the years they became quite popular - their detailed and fantastic inking became famous not only in their city but in the whole state. One day they decided to give something back to society and wanted to start some kind of charity. As tattooing, piercing and other body modificat...
Charity stood looking at herself in the mirror of the ladies restroom on the second floor of the Indianapolis airport. She turned her head from side to side, watching her face tilt back and forth in the mirror. She leaned closer, peering at herself with deep scrutiny. After a few moments of studying herself and a few quick flicks of her hair with her fingert...
The room feels slightly chilly as she gets undressed. She feels her nipples harden and she reaches up and grabs them. He slaps her hands away, "Touching yourself is what got you into this mess, isn't that right, Charity?" he says with a stern voice. "Yes, Master," her eyes looking up at him in a pout as she replies. "Get yourself in position. Now, Slut." H...
A/N: Thanks be to my editor amerks29hockey, an of course all the reviewers. * * * The sword slipped from Seere's hands as everyone watched April sink to the ground beside the vampire. Rane was the first to move, catching her before she hit the ground and the hooked blade tore more of her away. Seere stood there, vaguely aware of Rane calling for him. He...
This is my submission to the Wine and Old Lace event. I went a bit back farther than most, but it still fit the parameters. I hope you enjoy. ***** I watched the settlement for six days, amazed at how inept the people were at the simple task of living. They were oblivious to their surroundings, the men stomping about self-importantly while the women, for t...
I slammed on the brakes when she appeared in the road ahead of me. She glowed a pale blue that penetrated the night's darkness, and standing out clearly through the sleet and the foggy windshield. The car started to slide, losing traction on the pavement. The image of my wife did not waver as I steered into the skid; she raised a transparent arm and stabbed...
Hello. I'm back again with another embarrassing story. I don't know why but I find it irresistible to share them with you like this. Perhaps it's the anonymity of the internet and the frisson of excitement I get from imagining you reading about my misfortune. It was a few weeks since the incident at the art class. Linzi and I were taking part in a 5km fun r...
Unicorns. I have always loved these mythological creatures. I have been a horse woman since I was a little girl. Summers spent on my grandparent's farm riding the horses are some of my best memories. The wind blistering my face, billowing my long blonde hair behind me. I was free in a way that I have never been since. But my grandfather died when I was thirt...
Note: like all the other 'Dubai Tales' – published, or yet-to-be-published, alike – this story is effectively true, but with enough detail changed so that no one involved can be identified, except p-e-r-h-a-p-s by themselves. . . . . . Driving the Cayman up the ramp and out of the climate controlled cool of the 'Executive Staff' carpark at Dubai Internation...