Chapter 5 – A Bid for Freedom The next morning, as Emma ate her breakfast, the phone rang. "Good morning. Emma Stewart speaking!" she announced brightly, refreshed after a good night's sleep, with no nightmares. "You are NOT Emma Stewart, Slut!" shouted a familiar voice. Emma was suddenly flustered. "Oh! Sorry, Madam; I forgot. Leila speaking, Madam! Wha...
This story is inspired by a bicycle trip across Denmark. The locations exist but the characters are fictional. The idea of the sugar cubes comes from an urban legend that continues to circulate amongst former Copenhagen University students. I'm unsure as to whether the practice continues or whether it ever did exist. This is the first chapter of several th...
Melissa looked at the calendar and groaned. She had always been as regular as clockwork and the calendar showed that her time of the month was almost upon her. She should have known; her aching breasts had been feeling fuller but she'd put off acknowledging it as she was having a rare weekend off whilst her ex had the baby. "Oh crap, tell me I'm not due. No...
CHAPTER I: SAINT & SINNER At the age of twelve Bess Scanlon was branded a whore and sent to the Sister’s of Mercy. Cast out in shame, the bloodless brides of Jesus branded her a temptress, never bound for heaven. Women who never glimpsed their wombs, who wilt the grass they walk upon and leech the light from the room, never took her into their hearts of sto...
First I would like to say HELLLOOOO, it has been awhile yes I know. I have been very busy which had not helped my writers block. It had been so long I had to reread my stories and I have got to say my grammar still sucked. Ah well if you can't make fun of yourself who can you make fun of right? Ok for those of you who have read my stories here is a little re...
"Okay, Lionel, have your bags packed on Saturday morning," the younger brother reminded his sibling. "I will, Blaine! What time will you be here? I'll be there around ten in the morning." "Do you want me and Freeland to ride together or do one of us need to ride with you?" "You tell me what you want. Just think about it and let me know." "Okay. And you h...
*** Conclusion to the story, thanks for all the feedback *** *Cuckold and humiliation story leave if this is not your thing* *this is just a fetish, not meant to offend any group of people* *previous chapters in profile* ***** I was feeling good. Having sex with the gorgeous Indian wife from work Sona was doing wonders for me. I had never felt more ali...
*Being a long time reader I finally decided to try writing my first story. I plan to make this a longer series so this part is a build up of what is to come.* Summer was finally here and school was out! For me it wasn't just out for the summer, but it was out for good! Through all the years of working my way through the public education system I finally gra...
When my wife died, I was devastated. Married less than 10 years, and taken from me suddenly. More than just my wife, she was my best friend. We would laugh together, cry together. We had amazing adventures all over the country, and our intimacy was stuff of legend. At times it was all I could do just to get out of bed in the morning. I knew that I had to get...
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place in the second half of Season 6. ***** 5 years. 5 long years since they had last been all in a room together and in a weird way it felt like no time had passed a...