The next day the city shrugged off its snow-imposed slumber and the routines of urban life resumed again. Businesses reopened as the snow was removed and automotive traffic resumed its role as the omnipresent background noise of the city. Bonnie and Charlotte had a good day at the store, the online orders for the Thanksgiving-themed cupcakes pouring in....
*Note: Hey guys, sorry it took so long for me to update, my editor is now MIA, or she just abandoned me, I'm not sure which, either way, new editor please. This chapter is a lot longer than my previous chapters and I put a lot of thought into it, thus the long wait. Hopefully I can update a lot faster from now on. As always, do not be afraid to comment or cr...
Chapter 4: Old Wounds, Fresh Blood WARNING: This chapter contains a reluctance/nonconsensual sex scene. Although not overly graphic, some readers may be offended. **** As they tear your hope apart And they turn your dreams to shame – I Dreamed a Dream, Les Misérables **** "Daddy!" Shannon screamed. The terror in her voice tore at Zach's soul. She was...
(Author's Note: I know some of my readers have been curious as to when the next Enslaved to the Mob story comes out. I honestly don't know when it's coming. I'm absolutely shot on the story, with no idea what to do, or whether I should keep the story going. My muse and creative flow for it just isn't there. This is a project I'm working on to get me back int...
Pankhudi was in doubt for a long time. She didn't even know who this man was. Of course he said he worked for him, but her instincts were telling her to trust her Master. After all, she couldn't believe a stranger more than her Master. She was totally disoriented and had lost track of time. She no longer knew the date and time and there was no way she could...
The Acura Integra ahead of me was off kilter, leaning to the right. Sure enough, the right rear tire was almost flat. The car's brake lights and turn signal came on as it moved over into the breakdown lane. As I began to pass by, I saw that the driver was a young woman. I like to think I would have stopped had it been someone older, but I really don't know....
Characters are at least 18. The title is kind of a misnomer at this point. Probably should have thought that through. Also, mind the tags. This story has cross dressing, feminization, snowballing, and pegging. If that's not your thing you might want to skip this one. ***** "Good morning, cupcake," Renee whispered as she awoke and gave Chris a sweet littl...
"You want me to touch where?" I giggled. After a long morning of wiping my children's buts, noses, and the kitchen counters, besides, I was brain-dead. Catching a few minutes in my cramped bedroom to check voice-mail, I felt the color flush to my cheeks. Camden Collins was the high school dreamer who ended up creating his own software empire. After asking m...
AFTERNOON: "KATIE" My phone called about an hour after Hollie had left. I sorted the bed and started on some lunch. What Hollie had in mind precisely was actually a mystery for me, but whatever it was I could bet it would be earth-shattering. From the licking of her lips and her beaming just before she left, I could bet I would not be disappointed. Twenty m...
It was Saturday and Mark had been invited to a friends place for a birthday party. It was just going to be drinks with friends but he was a little nervous about bringing Rose along as he wasn't sure how she would act around people. He also didn't want her to start taking her clothes off or especially his clothes off in front of his friends. He thought about...