It was 4:00 when Janna opened the door and Mary ran to greet her. They stood and hugged and kissed for what seemed forever. They both kept telling the other how much they had missed each other and they both professed their love to each other. “I missed you so much, Janna, I can’t stand to be without you. I love you so much, all I can think about is you.”...
Oh great! This was freaking wonderful! I got out of the car, and slammed the door. I looked at it for a long time, cursing it since it had just broken down on me. I kicked the car, and then looked around. I cursed myself also, for not buying a new car; this piece of junk was always breaking down on me. I began to walk, I wasn’t that far from my house, but th...
When I got up the next morning it all seemed unreal, as if what had happened with Mrs. Harley the night before really had been just a nightmare. I couldn’t quite convince myself of it though, and distractedly sleepwalked through my first day of senior year, avoiding Heather and only seeing Mrs. Harley from a distance, as she swept into her classroom with a q...
Hello again, it’s Phoenix Cinders here with another story of a man sucking a transwoman’s cock. Feel free to give it a read. It’s a bit on the edgy side with some reluctance and cohesion. All parties participating in sex are of the age of consent. Tell me what you think about it in the comment section. This is just an intro/part 1 of an ongoing series. *...
We return to my dorm after a night of just driving around aimlessly chatting. You’re comfortably sitting in your seat as I run my fingers through the hair on the back of your neck. You tried so hard to be good today. Not once have you mentioned sex for fear that you’d upset a perfectly good moment. But you know me better…if you don’t start it I will. I look...
This is a sequel to the four part series More Than Just Friends. To be honest, I wrote this first, then wanted to explore Danny and Tyler’s relationship. You can read this alone, but I recommend reading More Than Just Friends first. (But, don’t let me tell you what to do). Let me know your thoughts, and I hope you enjoy! PDreadful ----- “You know, I know...
I am your slut. I thought up this story last night night. It’s mostly fantasy, some of it I wouldn’t mind acting out, but I’d have to be in the right mood. You always ask me to tell you what I want you do with me, but I’m not good with speaking my desires. So I put them in a story format for your enjoyment. I came to visit you in your city. You picked me up...
Fall, 1967 ‘Remember to study the notes from chapter five, because there will be a quiz on Monday,’ I’m making a futile attempt to project my voice as my students noisily file out of the room. I watch them as they leave, wondering how they’ll actually spend their respective weekends, and how many of them will actually study anything before Monday morning. I...
CHAPTER ONE I’ve spent the majority of my life as a “good girl”, I’ve never lied, cheated or stole…well unless you count the time I stole gum from the supermarket…I was seven at the time. I just turned twenty-seven and I’ve only been with three men. I got married when I was twenty-four, we divorced after only a year. I’ve dated a little since the divorce b...
Mike used to be my boss. He owns this restaurant, a little Italian place, the type that costs a fortune and you have to wait forever to get a table. When I quit, he seemed happy and asked me to dinner. He’s older than my dad but I always thought he was hot so I agreed. What the hell? He picked me up in his swanky car. It had an expensive feel, like everythin...