This is the 4th part of my story series "Her Girlfriend's Father". If you haven't read the first 3, then I suggest that you start there. This story contain scenes of lesbian sex, as well as straight sex. I also feel that I must warn readers about this 4th part. It dabbles with incest, but I don't go full on with it. ————————————————— "What do you mean 'tel...
White. All white. Too much white. It's still so, sometimes, in the hospitals. They think it gives an idea of cleanliness, of hygiene. And with the modern lights, the modern furniture, even a wiff of future, of technology. But if you hang there too much, maybe you understand why white, for many eastern people, is the color of the death. Of the mourning. Of...
Beads of sweat were forming on Nick's forehead, he was flush, and his heart was pounding so hard he could feel its rhythmic beat in his ears. His cock was so hard it felt like it might explode any minute now. He sat quietly on a chair in the shadowed corner of a dimly lit hotel room. On the bed in front of him, his wife Karen was on all fours, her head lower...
Author's Note: This starts right where I left off in Part 13...right as Lucretia walks towards her father. I will add it here for continuity. ***** Lucretia dropped her spell the moment she saw Marid and her eyes were wide and had gone completely black. Gwen finished her turn and squealed before getting up from the couch and sprinting over to join the vam...
A shaky hand gripped the bathroom sink turning white knuckled... Max grit her teeth as she reached out for the orange tinged bottle and as she opened it the pills spilt all over the floor. She fell down on the ground, her entire body convulsing in violent spasms as she cringed from the painful seizure, flashes of memories plaguing her mind- DISCIPLINE! D...
"Can I help you find anything else?" I look from the staring, bloodshot eyes of the cashier, down to the package of faintly green-tinted meat in front of him. I look back up at him, and try not to watch the fat, spiny white worm slowly traveling up his face. The last thing I want to think of is where it will end up. "Nah. Just the bacon, thanks," I say qui...
Over the days after their cockfight, Darren and Kevin actually patched things up a bit. Me and that bitch though, we've still got an issue to settle. I sent her a text admitting it was my mistake to try and beat someone with so much more experience than I had and how it must feel satisfying to know that giving it away so often to so many guys finally paid of...
Hi everyone :) Glad to see you're all still here, still reading and still commenting! I know i love writing this story and i'm so glad you enjoy reading it. Amy 17. How You Remind Me A sound tugged at Kelly's consciousness. It wasn't a loud sound, but even in her drugged state she knew something was different. The music that Victor always had playing whi...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...
I knew, as soon as I saw him I knew he was the one but I never thought it would actually happen. My name is Lisa, I'm 22, big blue eyes, brown hair, 5'5 and about 200lbs. The guy I was talking about is Jeremy Livingston, and at the time I laid eyes on him he was the lead vocalist for a small band called The Living at a small pub on the outskirts of Melbourne...