Clutter. My skeletons make for nothing but clutter. I have so many skeletons in my closet, that you might mistake it for a cemetery. The bones buried there are generally hard, and I have touched each one individually, fingered each one languidly. There is no flesh to be found in this fantasy, so sorry Mr. Idol. I have been a slave, a pristine daughter, a v...
Es war ein schöner, sonniger Nachmittag und der Himmel über Croft Mansion war wolkenlos. Seit Tagen hatte es nicht mehr geregnet, doch den grünen, gepflegten Gartenanlagen des Anwesens konnte man es aushalten. Laras Butler trat auf die Terasse und ging mit gesetzem Schritt zum Pool. Er breitete eine bequeme Decke aus und stellte eine kunstvoll gearbeitete Ka...
This is a follow-up to nebula 33's story "My Fantasy Cum True". You should read her's first, before reading mine. While this story can stand alone, it's better to know the full tale. Characters used with permission of Nebula 33. * * * * * Nearly everyone had left, leaving Leeanne alone to clean up. The place was a mess. Chairs knocked over, bottles of bee...
It's after midnight and a clear dark night, the stars are bright over head. And only the light, is the light of the full moon. We've been on a road trip and I've been doing my best to get you stop for a little recreational break. SOooo we spot a turn-off and pull up to the picnic area near the water and get out. Walking down towards the water, it's so quiet...
Meine Schwester ist schon immer sehr attraktiv gewesen. Nicht nur das sie eine außerordentliche Ausstrahlung hatte, sondern auch ihr Körper war einfach phantastisch. Für mich zumindest. Sie ist 180 groß, schöne hellblonde Haare, die ihr bis zur Schulter gehen, blaue strahlende Augen, einen schlanken Körper mit Beinen, die ihr bis zu den Schultern gehen. Ihre...
Author's Note: This is my first collection of flash fiction stories. I had so much fun writing them that it certainly won't be my last. I selected the 50-word format. That is, these stories are exactly 50 words long, no more, no less. (To understand what this is about, see oggbashan's "How to Write a Fifty-Word Story" and "How to Plot Flash Fiction" as wel...
Randy and John got dressed as I took a shower. My pussy and ass throbbed in pain. I smiled as I slowly massaged the bar of soap into my ass cheeks. I grabbed my tits and started to suck on them. They still tasted of sweat and cum. As I came out of the shower, I heard more voices. "Hmm... I wonder what's going on..." I thought to myself, while slipping into...
When I had first heard about The School, it had been at one of those standard college parties where one wouldn't suspect anything could happen. My best friend brought a non-descript girl, I say girl because I don't like the term woman, wo/man, too limiting. This 'girl' was well over her mid-twenties, with an incredibly bored expression on her face, she never...
As Monday morning reared its awful ugly head, I slowly began to feel the consequences of downing hard liquor throughout the whole onslaught of football games on Sunday. As reliable as death and taxes, the commuter gridlock took its stronghold of I-75 as I sat sweating and nauseous. The fun continued at my office, where I was greeted by stacks of applications...
There's a knock at your office door and you invite the lady in. She's a tall lady with dark brown hair, sexy outline of her extremely attractive body outline, hidden under a black mack coat, high heels, with her face covered by huge sunglasses! You ask this mysterious lady what you can help her? She turns her back on you, closes the door and locks it, she t...