Sam was a bright, 20 year old, radiant young man. He far surpassed his classmates in their studies. Spending long hours in his room completing assignments working many hours into the night. Sam had a somewhat clumsily hidden secret. Sam had a great deal of interest in the under-wears of his mother and aunts. He was obsessed. Swiping clothes from the house's...
©Julia Gentile 2012 This story continues to explore my passion for beautiful women in highly charged sensual situations. It is part of a longer story and you will enjoy it more and understand the context better if you have read the previous chapters of Trusting Rebekka. There's more to come too; hope you like the drip-feed. I also hope you like my writing...
Chorea sat at her desk, head in her hands, staring intensely at the scroll in front of her, studying it despairingly. As owner of "Chorea's Exotic Dance Troupe" she was a successful business woman and had many gigs already booked on her calendar, as well as the prestige and cash flow that came from being the sole provider of dancing girls to the Palace. Ther...
The carriage was crowded as always, but he had managed to become pinned in a corner with his back to the wall and so when the ringtone sounded and he fumbled the phone out of his inner pocket there was nobody else who could have seen the screen. As soon as he started to watch the video message that had been sent to him, he was glad that was hemmed in right w...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. Both characters are at least eighteen. * When I was a senior in high school I had a girlfriend named Misty. It was one of those marching band relationships where a really cute color guard girl hooked up with a brass player for the season. Misty was a really swe...
A friend of mine asked me about my most memorable experience, so I thought I would put it down on paper. Well, the computer anyway. I hope you enjoy it, and feedback is always welcome. * * * * * A few years ago, long before I met my husband and shortly after I turned 18, I went to work at the local renaissance festival. It wasn't much money and it was a l...
(This is part of the series of "Silverbridge" stories but can be read on its own.) ********************* Copyright Oggbashan 22 June 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to re...
Jacqueline Forster is 28 years old. A month ago, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and spoke to herself. "You're looking old. You're looking past it. No job. No man. No prospects. No skills. No qualifications. And you're a virgin. What ARE you going to do?" She had no ideas. Jacqueline was not ugly. She wasn't even plain. But she lacked confidence,...
The story begins with X. X is what one would typically refer to as a normal man, a sane man. Of course he is strong, and devilishly charming. Wonderful with both women and men, although is interests lie much more with women, shunning his own gender out of the polite masculine disgusts that makes most men prefer women. To prefer the company of men is one thin...
(Warning –this and later chapters describe William's participation in Pony play and describes heavy BDSM and pain scenes which may not be enjoyed by all readers. Do Not Read if you cannot handle this type of fantasy and please remember, it is fantasy. If you do not enjoy this story or any of my writings, I'm certain that there are thousands of other stories...