He knew, by the glazed look in her eyes, that she was high on something, or perhaps drunk, a little too much wine. Her eyes, blue by day, were dark now, almost midnight, glassy with whatever she was on. Her hair was a dark blonde in color, now tousled, and slightly tangled, hanging in ringlets around her shoulders. She was dressed all in black, a sheer black...
This is a semi-true story names changed and places obscured. Please send feedback and constructive comments. * My mother told me never to take a girl into an alley at night. She went on about how dangerous they were, with strangers lurking in dark doorways waiting to do horrible things to the people who wander in alleys. Alleys can be dark, imposing and di...
It was late and as I walked home from the party I wrapped my coat tight around my shoulders. It wasn't too cold, but the night air was crisp and cool against my face and I didn't want it to penetrate through to my body as I made my way home. I was dressed in a little black halter neck dress, high strappy shoes and a little black lace thong, the coat offering...
It is just an ordinary street with rows of identical houses punctuated with the occasional alley or driveway. I first noticed that the house across the alley was vacant again as I arrived home one afternoon some months back. A "To Let" sign had been put up earlier in the day. As usual when I get in from work, I went straight upstairs to my bedroom and strip...
copyright ©2008 All rights reserved. * "Ohhh... Dee-dee-eee!" I stand in the gangway looking up, sandwiched between two walls of pitted common brick, ancient rain eroded concrete under my feet. I ball my hands into fists, take a big breath and call again, "Oh... Dee... Dee-EEEE!" I am barely four years old. Deedee might be even younger. I listen intentl...
It is dark. The neon light at the end of the alley blinks, it’s reflection in the dirty puddles dotting the alley. Natasha sinks deeper into the shadows and a chill runs up her bare legs as the wind blows a filthy scrap of paper past her, deep in the shadows of the doorway. She pushes the raincoat down as it rises in the wind, exposing the pubic hair beneat...
A fat black old woman story: I should have known better. Yes, I should have known better going into that dark, desolate alley by evening, just to take a shortcut home. It was stupid because the save way home was just a 10 minutes longer walk. But sometimes I don't understand myself and do such stupid things like this. And this is the result, an fat black wo...
The memory of cold clamped Jack's neck like a vise. Even sitting in the booth, the humid smoke of the tavern swirling about him, it clutched him. In his hand, he held a more welcome cold, but the comfort of the bottle was denied him. He was too far from home for any more than pretense at drink. The beer was stage dressing, a way to fit in with the crowd as...
Anna still standing outside Dave's house, now in an emotional battle trying to convince herself that she didn't do anything wrong. She continued to tell herself that she needed cock since her husband works away most of the year. What he does not know can't hurt him. But the guilt was so overwhelming knowing that she fucked a another man and his son. Knowing...
Anonymous said: Story idea: student wakes up and realizes she overslept for class and therefore forgets to wear a bra! Unfortunately it is really cold outside so her nipples are hard throughout the day for everyone to see.. her classmates and professors make inappropriate comments and on the way home she meets her neighbor who has an eye on her ever since sh...