Hannelore Brassenberg was the favorite and youngest daughter of respected Nurnberg architect and inventor Jakob Brassenberg. Jakob's adoration for his daughter was most evident in the generous amount of time he allowed her to remain unmarried. Hannelore's five older sisters all were arranged into marriage by the time they were fifteen years of age. Hanne, as...
A/N: Original version has been edited to change some names and concepts concepts Chapter 1: The Ritual The moon, red and luminescent, shone brightly amongst the blackness of the night sky. The Blood Moon, a rare occurrence that bore much importance to many occult rituals. Tonight was finally the night. Years of planning, years of preparing, years of select...
The Virtue sisters were the antithesis of what their father had hoped them to be. He had structured their upbringing around the names that he and his wife had given them. Faith, Hope and Charity Virtue, as young girls, were everything that a deeply religious father could ask for, moulded in the Reverend Matthew Virtue's vision of perfection. They each began...
The extra-marital sex club created by capecodmercury in his "Nighttime Confessions" fascinated me. His character Marge and her dilemma inspired me to try my first pure fiction effort, and from a female point of view to boot. My thanks to him and the invitation to create other endings. I have tried to remain true to his setting, and you must read or re-read h...
The small apartment was quiet as Eric settled down to an evening of television. He was looking forward to a night to himself after a long week of teaching at the Wood County Police Academy. His specialty was self-defense, but he taught all aspects of police work. It had been an especially tough week where things went wrong when they shouldn't have and things...
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The weekend had been utterly confusing for Carol. The sight of James and the much older (slut!) woman was burnt into her memory and she couldn't stop the undeniable, sexy feelings that arose whenever the young woman thought back at the scene in the parking lot. She had discovered masturbation when she was fifteen but it had never been something she'd been o...
"So... you wanted to talk?" James said as he sat down at Andrea's kitchen-table. It was Wednesday evening and the first time the two of them actually saw each other since their date Sunday night -- much to Andrea's frustration. While James seemed to gain more and more control, both in their relationship and over himself, she seemed to lose it. "Yes, I did,"...
"Kondo San?" I asked her, before proceeding. She shook her head, smiling. She trusted me, and was probably taking the pill. Surely, however, she wanted the big and tall gaijin male to ride her rough. It hadn't been so clear early on that she wanted to be ridden. At least, not at first glance. She'd caught me in a critical situation, at that crossroad, with...
While we waited for the train, on the platform of the subway station, Masako and Yoko told us that the next weekend we would have not gone to the love hotel. They wanted to show us something in the suburbs of Tokio. Something "cultural", they said. But judging by how they looked at each other, with a wily smile, it should be not so "cultural". Or if it was "...