Jake's fingers skillfully parted my labia and pressed his fingers to my entrance. He was just using two, but the pressure felt intense, like he was splitting me apart. The leather of the car seat stuck to my bare thighs and I felt a bead of sweat and arousal travel down my inner thigh to pool on the sticky material. Jake had told me not to wear panties on ou...
Chapter 10: The Final Straw That whole week, Timothy dreaded when Clare and the rest of the girls were going to come over. He had terrible anxiety about what was going happen, especially since Beatrice made sure he knew (by dropping hints multiple times a day) that they were all going to have some fun with him. "Don't think that you'll be able to hide beh...
Neil slowly regained consciousness. He realized that he had been locked inside an animal cage. He couldn't stand up straight. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized he was in the basement of a house. As he observed his surroundings even more closely, he realized his was on his own property. The basement of his villa where he sometime visited wit...
I thought I'd finished this story. And then I wrote a honeymoon chapter as kind of a "for fun" exercise. But then I was definitely done. And then my supporters begged me to finish out the honeymoon. But then I was DEFINITELY done. And then people asked me to keep writing and they kept giving me good ideas. So now I'm four chapters in to the next book of the...
Rourke "You're a Paladin, right, old man?" I look up from my ale, or what passes for ale in the places I can afford, and into three faces. I preferred looking into my cup. I sigh and go back to staring into the muddy liquid that gets me close enough to drunk that I don't much care anymore. "You have eyes. You tell me." I ask him. I dub him Ugly, not for h...
Forward First of all, I want to thank saddletramp1956 for agreeing to let me write this sequel to his story, "Necessities." I really liked that story (can you tell?), it had a lot of good elements: tongue-in-cheek storytelling, good parts of a burn the bitch story, but it seemed to lack a necessary ending. Cheeky, but it just didn't go far enough. Like I to...
Authors Note: Since it's been a harrowing election week, I couldn't just post chapter 6 alone. This first chapter doesn't exactly warrant a content warning, but it definitely gets spicy, and I figure we all need the palate cleanser that is chapter 7 after *gestures vaguely* all of this. Hope y'all are hanging in there. Thanks for reading! ##### I'm allowed...
Chapter 24: Loyalty "So...I suppose you spat in this?" Zyra glared at Medean across from the tiny wooden table in her room. On it he had just laid out her breakfast. It consisted of a different strange fruit this time. It bore a startling resemblance to a watermelon, but it came in clusters and was about the size of grapes. She watched as he set down a fla...
I left Molly at about ten o'clock on that Friday, but I was back before eight the next morning. I knew she was scared that Susan would make more trouble, or that Peter would start something now that Susan had failed. So, we hung around together, and I began to realise how comfortable we had become with each other. I guessed we were beginning to get near to...
One week later Debbie arrived at the designated address. It was a huge Georgian mansion located in the heart of Mayfair, London's most expensive district. The house was one of those white, stucco fronted buildings with grand white pillars on either side. It reeked of money and power. Debbie climbed up the stairs, nervously rang the door bell and again asked...