Well. This one took awhile to get finished, for which I apologize; if you're reading this, I hope you've read its two predecessors. When this one begins, the intrepid Pixy Pfeiffer has just put herself in the middle of a deafening series of explosions. Let's see what she'll get up to now... * * * Pixy shrank back from the rear bulkhead, her face twisted i...
This is my entry for the Summer Lovin' 2020 Contest. Be warned - it's a slow burn and full of Aussie lingo. Vegemite is consumed. The story is set around a couple of Indian characters, Madiha and Neha, created by Sweetdreamssss. I collaborated with her extensively for this story. This one follows on from her stories, and I recommend you visit the "Landlord"...
Chapter 1: Sarah Meets John on the Train Sarah sat in the compartment on the train and watched the countryside fly by. This was a train ride like no other she had ever taken, for it was leading her to a new, unknown life. She felt liberated, excited, and not a little bit scared. For all of her twenty-four years she had lived with her mother on the country...
This is just a bit of fun. It was supposed to be quite short, but it sort of got away from me. It pokes a little fun at the cuckold stories on the site. As such it could have found a home in 'Loving Wives' but I think that would put the emphasis in the wrong place. It could have gone into 'Humour and Satire', I suppose. Yes, I agree the tale is a little fa...
Paul turned up the collar of his light jacket and stuck his hands in its pockets to ward off the chill of the bitter wind that had come with the late November dusk. This part of the city was unknown to him. He had been walking the streets aimlessly since mid-afternoon trying to recover after having his heart and dreams shattered. The day had been warm and s...
Chapter 1: The Story of a Sex Slave It was a rainy night as I stood in front of the doorstep. The rain was just pouring down so heavily, but I didn't care. I would strip off my clothes and dance in it right now if I wanted to. But I had to be professional. I press the small black button on the side of the door hearing the bell ring ever so loudly withi...
...this is the God who does not care and will never cease. Look at the seas there Flashing against this rock in the darkness--look at the tide-stream stars--and the fall of nations--and dawn Wandering with wet white feet down the Carmel Valley to  ...
I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I'm so happy there are people out there wanting to help. (c) 2012 graymangazer. Part One Proposal I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her. Lucy walked through my office door to temporarily replace my retired secretary, and at twenty five years old...
It had been my intention to give the ring to her on her birthday. As I sat in my car across from the suburban house, I could sense them inside – the kinky ones, with their minds on giving or receiving pain for pleasure. I had been among them before, dishing out punishment to my lover/best friend Sara, showing our little intimacies and discoveries to an appr...
Prologue. Late Summer 1943 – Suffolk, England. Katie opened the front door and froze. A grim faced postman stood on the doorstep with an ominous looking telegram in his hand. He silently handed it to her, and Katie shut the door before he had a chance to offer her his sympathy. She had been expecting this, she had not heard from Stephen for many months, sh...