He was cheating on her again. Just like before, Emily had confronted him and they'd worked their way from flat-out denial to confession. Just like before, he had sworn that it was "compulsion, nothing more" that had landed him in another woman's bed. But unlike before, this time Emily had had enough had handed him his ring back and made it clear that the onl...
This story is accompanied by a facsimile of an original drawing of my own. The original was created in graphite on two-ply Bristol and then enhanced by the use of pastels. ***** James was, to say the least, under endowed. His first intimation of this was at school when, following a physical education lesson, all of the boys were told to shower. Nobody actu...
Disclaimer: This story contains themes of non-consent however, it is purely fantasy and the author does not condone this in real life. * Emily slipped on her uniform and adjusted her head piece; she served as none other than a gracious nun. Although this thought often appears in everyone's head...No! She is not the type of nun to strip down and whip you fo...
I don't own any of the characters of Pretty Little Liars. I'm only borrowing them... * All characters are over the age of eighteen. * "Now there's a mouth made for kissing," Mona Vanderwaal looked in her car's mirror and pursed her lips at it - they were a deep red, the lip-gloss making them appear even more succulent and appealing than they were normall...
***** Part 2 ***** The redhead began to sit up right while my wife came to her feet. She quickly saw me peeking from under the blindfold and began to wag her finger at me as if I had been a bad boy. I could feel a wicked grin coming on when the redhead turned to look at me. Imagine, if you will: a woman straddling my legs, her ass up in the air. Her slender...
Wrapped only in an oversized bath towel, her body still damp from the shower, Emily Byrnes stared at her reflection in the dressing table's large mirror. The small clock to her left read eleven forty-five, reminding her that her guest would be arriving in little over an hour. "I still can't believe I let Sandra talk me into this," Emily said to herself for...
Have you ever woken up in the morning and thought to yourself, "What the fuck did I DO last night!?" In this case, it was more along the lines of "WHO the fuck did I do last night!?!" I had that thought last Saturday, wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked around the room. Hung over, I told myself to quit yelling inside my own head. Maybe it was just one to...
Winter had come, and with it, Ted's wife was out of town more often, traveling to work-related seminars and conferences. Ted used these absences to spend time with Emily, and was even so bold as to visit her at her house a few times, although they did their best to be discreet. They always set up a cover story; a reason Ted would be coming by, such as droppi...
It was Emily's 18th birthday. She was quite an unusual young woman. She was about 5'1", very slim, verging on skinny. She had wonderfully pale skin to go with her light blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She kept her hair cut short as she didn't like the feeling of it plastered to her face from sweat when she was exercising. Exercise was something she did a lot...
Mickey Bliss had no idea where he left his iPad. He'd been working late all week so maybe, just maybe, he left it at the office. Those fantasy football picks had to be in by midnight tomorrow. They'd be eating Q and drinking brews all day while they logged them in at the annual Nashville Pork, Pad, and Draft Party. It was gonna be a blast. It was one a.m. a...