Better late than never. Probably goes without saying now that the series is very far along and those who haven't read up to this point should probably just skip to the sex parts (though I hate that you would). For those who have read from the beginning...enjoy, because the plot twists and turns are going to just keep on coming. Feedback and suggestions alway...
What's a poor girl to do? I don't know if that's the exact old saying, but it's been around awhile I think, and I can relate. My name's Jessica and I'll be going into my junior year of college in the fall. The money I'm racking up in student loans is frightening, and I'm afraid I'll be a 'poor girl' for a long, long time. My friends from school are all work...
***And we've reached Part 3 of what now looks to be a five-part story. Emma begins to really let the experience wash over and excite her here as she becomes comfortable playing along in the game. Let me know what you think in the comments and stay tuned. Some real excitement will be coming in Part 4 with the big climax in Part 5! (Again, don't forget to star...
The following story is my maiden voyage, my virgin attempt, if you will. This being the case, I strongly desire the input of those who like the offering and those who wish to offer constructive criticism. Here again, if you're going to critique my offering, I'm a virgin after a fashion. So be gentle. I love to write and I want to get better at it, so please...
Chapter 9 The boarding area for flight 2233 Non-Stop from New York to Rome was not crowded. A few people milled about, getting their last good stretch for nine hours. It was late, or early depending upon how you marked the passage of time. The gate attendant was happy, this was her last flight of the day and she was looking forward to putting a long shift...
Smout Hall was a dilapidated ruin on the outskirts of the village. It had been built in the early 1800s by Obediah Smout, a shrewd businessman who'd made his fortune during the cotton boom. Obediah had lofty aspirations to elevate his family up into the upper echelons of rural country gentry. Unfortunately for him, the lords and wealthy landowners of the are...
This is continuation of a reprint of a story that I posted in 2015 on this site. I was rereading it lately and correcting some of the typos (I'm sure I missed some) when it dawned on me that perhaps I should repost this story (in the original chapter format) for readers today. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, as a reminder,...
After watching Kathleen turner walk onto the elevator, I wondered about my wife. Looking around the room I noticed her sitting by herself at a table, sipping what looked like a whiskey sour. I walked up to the table and sat down, noticing a strange far away gaze in her eyes. "Molly, are you okay?" "I was just fucked by Bruce Willis," she said dreamily. "W...
BROOKLYNN. 1. Abby rang the doorbell and waited nervously. Am I at the right house? she thought. She could hear voices and music in the background. But it was Saturday night, after all, and that had been the case at nearly every house between here and her car. The front door opened, and she was greeted by a tall, tanned dudebro who had shaggy hair...
The next day I returned to work as if I hadn't just left this place without saying a word yesterday. I was still on my high of having got handled. I'm sure I had a smile that matched how I was feeling on the inside. I was walking to the back store room like always, don't think I ever felt this good coming to this place. "Willis!" I heard Patricia my manager...