This story is not true. It is a fantasy that depicts what happens when someone isn't true to a gorgeous, intelligent woman who could be mean. Anyone in the story who resembles someone in real life is only coincidental. If you're not sure you like a story with an unhappy ending find another story to read. ***** Valerie Washington was a very pretty black wom...
No character development, no dialog, no plot, and no sex. Sorry. The Fairhome Inn wasn't the oldest motel in town, but it was close to it. It was a relic of the fifties and built accordingly. The walls were concrete block, the doors were steel and the single window was bulletproof and shatterproof; so much for fire department access. The hurricane roof was...
I was away for a conference and a friend of ours was staying with my wife; Penny. She was younger than us and very beautiful. She started staying with us approximately a week before I left for my business trip. I loved the way she dressed around the house, tight leggings with nice cameltoes, tight tops that stretch over her C cups... I imagined fucking her m...
(All characters depicted in any form of sexual activity are 18 years of age or older) I would like to thank my editor Todger65. Friday I felt horrible. Here I was sitting with Angela, my girlfriend who I cared for deeply, acting like everything was perfect, but I had cheated on her with a complete stranger, who is married! I was a special kind of bastard...
Michelle went on to have the performance of her lifetime after the incident with Coach Rick. She squatted 650 lbs, taking home the gold. I was happy for her, but also a bit nervous of what would result from her having such a great performance. Sure enough, the next time I talked to her she explained to me that it was natural for the coach-student bond to dev...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust. I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on t...
Things hadn't been going great for me and Erica to say the least, if it wasn't one thing it was another and none of them for the positive. For me my job had been draining me and I knew I wasn't giving her the attention she deserved. Not to mention the dinner date I accidentally blew off. For her part she was taking everything in stride way to casually. For s...
I typed the last correction into the computer. "Run," I mumbled as I keyed in the command. "That bug was a cast iron bitch to find and fix." The computer digested the command and the database popped up exactly as it should. I saved my work and quietly gave a fist pump. Another two hours of overtime tonight, but it was worth it - we needed that database to b...
Disclaimer: This story is the story "Living in a Futanari society"/Shemale Worldo but kind of reborn, somethings in the story have been edited here and there and some characters names and traits they have might also change from the original. (Such as the mothers name being changed). Also this story is hugely inspired by Futanari World/Shemale World...
Long set-up, but keep with me, I think it's a good ride. For Shannon, the loss of her father early in her life was to be the only tragedy that she would know. As a major business man in the entertainment industry, his life insurance policy thrust her into the world of socialites. While her mother never married, Shannon learned from her that one can survive...