Emma was bright eyed and happy! She was 18, clever, pretty, big brown eyes and dark brunette hair and for the first time in her life she was living on her own at university. Lots of boys had flirted with her and she had let a couple of them kiss her, one she had let touch her breast and the sensations had felt so confusing she had got up and run away. But sh...
Smiling as he stepped out of the lift, John walked briskly through the hotel's front lobby and made his way to the bar. As he stepped through the doorway into the bar he spotted her, sitting at a table in the corner. As John walked towards her table she spotted him and raised her hand as he noticed a flash of recognition cross her face. As he bridged the dis...
This story brings back very special memories for me and is very personal, but before you say anything NO I or anyone I know have never been kidnapped or had a meeting with aliens or even believe they exist... it is all fictional. Emma Stott was a normal girl. Ok, so normal was the wrong word; brilliant would be a more accurate word to use. She was a walkin...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. I don't believe for a minute that taking advantage of someone's fragile mental status could affect her as profoundly as I present it in the story. So please... don't try that at home (or anywhere else)! I hope you otherwise enjoy the story! ~~~ Winter holiday break: several days to get your head back together, but...
The second suitcase packed, Emma plopped down on the bed. I finished looking around the hotel suite, making sure we weren't forgetting anything. Main room - check. Bathroom - check. Balcony - check. Bedroom - check. Just our bags in here. And Emma, of course. I smiled at her. It was hard to believe our honeymoon was coming to an end. Only an hour or so befor...
"Sometimes I have a hard time believing how big your boobs are," Amelia said, holding up one of Emma's many dresses to herself, seeing how it absolutely wouldn't fit her due to Emma's more substantial assets. "Well, it's only been a few weeks for me," Emma said, sitting on the bed. "Sometimes I feel the same." "Really?" she said. "It's part of the dolling?...
Disclaimer - Microsoft and Xbox are registered trademarks of Microsoft Corporation in the US. Dead or Alive and Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball are registered trademarks of Tecmo LTD. This story is in no way suggesting or questioning the sexuality of any and all of the characters mentioned. It's just a harmless bit of fun. Emma James was an 18 year ol...
It was a brisk morning in late December and Jamie was at his normal café, at the normal time, getting his normal order: medium black coffee and a bacon egg and cheese sandwich on a croissant. Jamie had always been one for routine and normalcy and if you'd met him in high school, he would have been the nerd. When he grew out of acne and learned how to dress w...
The next morning when Emma woke up she laid in bed naked thinking about what had happened to her yesterday afternoon, she was still struggling to come to terms with having let two of her instructors fuck her several times. Was she still willing to keep letting the instructors keep fucking her for the next few weeks till after the main competition for the yea...
Author Note: All characters are above the age of 18. --- Before she could make a decision about the whole Pornhub deal, Emma had one thing to take care of. A wager she'd lost. It had been a few days since everything kind of converged, and Emma wasn't particularly busy. So, in between making light-hearted fun of some "ugly" pictures Lindsey took of herself...