Things were going well for Brooke Davis. Her dream of becoming a fashion designer was slowly becoming a reality as she had finally got her website up and her clothes were selling like hot cakes. She was on track to graduate with not spectacular grades but enough to get her by. Best of all, she had the one person she'd always wanted as her lover and a little...
A single, lonely road divided through the dark forest of Notzuchtwald, and on that single, lonely road travelled a single, lonely horse-drawn carriage. Most travelers went to great pains to avoid the dark tangled labyrinth that was Notzuchtwald, for it was a famous haunt of bandits, outlaws, and (if superstition was to be believed) of vampires and ogres. Onl...
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to post the new chapter. Hope you enjoy. Stephanie had just changed out of her ceremonial robes to a pair a jeans and white tank top, when she heard the front door slam shut, "Hello?" she asked as she left her room and entered the living room. She watched as Claire put ten shopping bags on the table. "What's going on?...
Do you have a hobby that most people just don't understand? Maybe you like drag racing. Or perhaps you're mad about football, hockey, wrestling or soccer. Perhaps you consider rugby or mountain climbing to be the highlight of your life. It's more than a hobby for you, it's a passion. You cannot do without it. You experience withdrawal or something. Yeah, tha...
**This is a fictional story about adults engaging in consensual "Daddy"/girl age roleplay. This is not an incest story; the characters are not related. Please note, at no point in this story is there any reference to sex with a minor. The woman in the story is in her twenties, and even during the age-play scenarios, she is intended to be 18+ and should be in...
The name is Lorelei Henderson. I'm a young black woman living in Boston. And my sex life sucks. Mainly because both men and women keep mistaking me for a lesbian. They think that unless I wear skirts, watch Lifetime movies and act girly, I must be a dyke. Give me a damn break, people. I'm an Original Woman. Alright? Not a popular culture amalgam. All my life...
As your mistress I owe you no explanation. I owe you no confession. I am, however, so very proud of you and how far you have come, I feel as though you have earned a bit of relief. I read your confession over repeatedly. I was so very pleased. You truly have given yourself to me. You have come to understand that giving me your complete trust and compliance...
I tip the last book into place, standing on my toes to reach the top shelf. The library is quiet, it's the middle of the afternoon and most students are in the commons having lunch outside. It's nice out, the sky is diamond blue and the sun is a bright pinprick high overhead. I look out the window, distracted. "What're you looking at?" I startle, then scow...
You don't have to have read Beach Stud to enjoy this one. Jason scrolled down the screen, saw the current price of the shares he had been following and hit the buy button. They were just a tad over $1.05 and had dropped from $4.85 in a week. He bought 200,000 and knew that in less than a week, given the asset backing of the company, he would clear a quarter...
Chapter One Two weeks after the Femdom Spanking Poker Party, Marion and Debbie had been invited to a luncheon at the home of one of the ladies who was on vacation the night of the party, Sara. Attending the luncheon was all those in attendance that night (Jacki, Jenny, Beth, Marion, and Debbie, plus the two missing women, Sara and Gloria. Debbie and Marion...