Chapter 7- For Comfort The next few days were hard. Mona was working all weekend, Marco was neck deep in diapers, and Claire was a total recluse. I texted her on Saturday morning, How are you doing? I'm worried about you. I didn't hear back from her, but I did see her from my window checking her mail that day, so I knew she was OK in some respects. Sunda...
This is another episode in Karen's developing relationship with her neighbor who has asked her to supervise her nephew, who is Karen's age. This chapter features lesbian relations and if you are offended by bodily functions, read no further. ***** Karen had been supervising Jamie Benson for about a week and one half when Claire Kendall, his aunt, invited h...
Author's Note: I'd very much like to thank the many who had taken the time to write or comment on these chapters. For something that began as a little project with the intention of never seeing the light of day to be this well received has been overwhelming and humbling. I feel that I should warn you that things will begin to escalate sexually between my ch...
Waiting for Input "Athena Ross has no talent!" "What? Get the fuck out of here!" The woman with the frizzy hair seemed to take personal offense. "Millions of people watch her show every week! I mean, she must be doing something right." She brushed aside her locks to take a sip of wine as others chimed in. "Did you see the episode where she tries to work...
Claire hadn't had a date in nine months but stayed occupied with her girlfriends. They had an unofficial women scorned club of sorts and spent two nights a week at one of their houses drinking fruit and liquor concoctions. The recipes for these were courtesy of her best friend Layna who fancied herself an innovative but unofficial bartender. Tonight was sp...
This story is meant as a completely fictional, unrealistic fantasy and the characters bear no resemblance to any real person. Feedback, votes and comments greatly appreciated. All copyrights for the series reserved. ----- So there I was at my school reunion with Matt, mixing with old school friends and their significant others. On the stage was the princ...
My name is Karim Abdullah Musawir. I am a proud son of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I'd like to tell you how I transformed my bitchy bossy Marie Claire Tremblay, a proud French-Canadian woman and feminist icon into my own personal fuck slut. You see, North American men and European men are always wondering how Muslim men from North Africa have managed to kee...
Claire returned to her table to find the check laying in its usual spot. She picked it up to look at it. There was a white business card concealed beneath the check. She turned it over. Mock Rape, inc. Dark Fantasies Fulfilled There was a phone number and logo which pictured a pair of feminine hands bound at the wrists. Claire stared at the card for a f...
All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over 18 when the events took place. ***** Hi, my name's Claire and I'm being blackmailed into being a slut. That's very true but I guess that I should start at the beginning. I'm 19 and come from what I suppose you could call a middle class family. When I left college a year ago I was lu...
(This story is off the beaten path for me, but I wanted to have some extra Halloweenfun! Enjoy! Love, Chloe Hunt) * "I hate Halloween..." Claire grumbled as she dumped a bag of the cheapest crap candy she could find into the treat bucket by the front door. She usually didn't give out candy. Her house was egged two years in a row because of it. She decide...