What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. That's what all the ads say and I hope to God it's true. Funny, but that's the first thing that went through my head when Meredith told me to give her my skirt. "Excuse me?" I giggled, certain that I'd misheard her. I had been drinking, not a lot, but enough that everything felt like the sharp corners and rough edges...
Note to my readers: the first couple of chapters set the stage for the following action. Stick with me, please. Chapter 1 Homeowner to bankrupt to wealthy nomad in 48 hours It was to be the trip of a lifetime, riding from the East Coast out to Texas, to have a sidecar put on my bike, so it could carry two in comfort. Maybe it would rescue my increasingly...
Things had been going very well for me over the past two years. I had been promoted to Vice President of Finance in my company and Cindy and I had finally been financially able to get ourselves into a position where we again owned our own home and were pretty secure. Life looked very good for both Cindy and I at this point, all our problems behind us and not...
The bindings were tight around my wrists as I was lead down the passage, and held my arms firmly behind my back, though I did not struggle. My white dress seemed to glow even in the dim light of the guestroom area, and my bare feet were silent on the soft carpet. I bowed my head as was expected of me, though my heart raced and I desperately wanted to look in...
One of my younger cousin's tuition teachers, Sandhya, is a Bengali in her late twenties. Only a Bengali woman can look as beautiful as she looks in a sari, with her nice body, big boobs, and lovely wide ass. She used to come to our house to teach my cousin. Whenever she came to our house I always peeped at her cleavage. The sight of her boobs rising and fal...
[continued] Part of Elsie-a very loud and insistent part of her-wanted to flee from the cozy little house and run back to the safety of the shack on her farm. Instead, she stood outside of Holly's room with her back pressed to the closed door and tried to compose herself. Her chest was heaving as though she'd run a marathon. She felt like a hot mess. She'd...
Neetu was a hard working woman. Indeed, she had done it hard most of her life. She was born into a relatively well to do family in India, but was married off at a fairly young age to a man whom she had never met before. Like a lot of arranged marriages, her husband was much older than she was, and in Neetu's case, Kumar was a full 20 years older. She was on...
Now this here is the story of what done happen after Ma passed, and it was just me and Jebediah left to run the farm. Pa was already dead and buried when I were little more than a babe and Ma had kept the family farm running all by herself. She done all this all while raising two kids, each one busier than a sack full of squirrels. She was overworked and, a...
Jeez! This is why I don't like doing "Skis"; Polanski, Krasinski, Romakowski, or "Anyotherskis." You know, guys of Polish decent? The fuckers spooge like lawn sprinklers when they pop. I scoop the last gobs Gribonowski's baby gravy out of my cleavage and thank Gods Unseen that I have the experience to efficiently manage such a messy exchange. He's pulled up...
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Simulated Rape, Pain (1 drop blood), Male Bi/Gay, MaleDom, FemDom, Family (no incest), Consensual Non-Consent, and Sex Work (idealized) The only coercion is from a sense of duty to family. All over 18. Credits: Edited by the 'Erotic Confectioners. Many thanks to Onyx03, Grrl Orc, Jasmine27, and allnitediner as well as others for editing th...