Hello, there. My name is Wanda Jean-Pierre. A six-foot-three, dark-skinned, lean and athletic young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Avery Scott College, a small historically Black four-year school located in downtown Brockton. I major in medicine. The story I'm about to share with you involves ho...
Now that Kathy and I are bosom buddies in all senses of the word. I never thought that I had any bi tendencies until she slapped my bottom on the professor's back porch. It literally lit a fire inside of me that I could only quench by touching her all over. It seems that like everything else with this bizarre tale of panty perils that I have been on, it is a...
Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, laughed at another one of Reece's jokes. The bard rode alongside her as they journeyed through the thick forest and despite his rather flowery exterior she was actually growing to like him. But Narlissa was still worried. She had to reach the next village soon and she hoped that when she did they would know so...
Strange things fall from the sky all the time. In 1934, sixteen people in a small community just outside of San Diego died during a storm that produced hailstones the size of softballs. Michel Tebiere, a landscape gardener in the South of France was struck by lightning 37 times in a six year period and survived without incident. In 1978, a woman in a small c...
Alexia dropped off the referral fee and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before heading home. Her pussy was still throbbing from her last client. After the last call she was glad to be heading home. The young man had a huge cock and fucked her well. She had cleared eleven hundred dollars after the days work. She had a pretty good nest egg and fing...
Ada and Sun Li's wives crouched in the dark DC-3 airplane cabin, holding tightly to and shushing the frightened wailing of children. The women and older children—the ones who knew that the real danger wasn't having been swallowed by a big silver bird—held their breaths as the airplane banked out over the Gulf of Siam, waiting for discovery and the dreaded ra...
There isn't any sex in this chapter and there's not supposed to be so please don't complain about the lack. Although this is a 'sex' story website, I place just as much emphasis on the 'story' and this chapter is about advancing the 'story'. Thanks & Enjoy ptm * Zane groaned at the pounding inside his head and struggled to open his eyes. He slowly rais...
The room is black, not dark but black. The kind of complete darkness where Commissioner James Gordon wasn't certain if his eyes were open or not, it they felt like they were open but he couldn't see. He could smell though, the scent of sawdust and peanuts and the faint aroma of animal droppings. The darkness didn't block his ability to hear either, there wer...
I am going to add this since I had some congenital idiot in my other story take nudity of anyone under 18 the wrong way. In the case of that story it is a lycan story and for the most part they stripped before changing and that included the children. I liken it to nudist going on vacation to a nudist beach where it means nothing other than you aren't wearing...
Emily Fessenden was constantly nervous. She fretted. She daydreamed. She had dreams that disturbed [and fascinated] her. She was sometimes very pleasant with the household staff, and other times she was unexpectedly rude. She had spells of depression, and would lock herself in her room, or sit on the small balcony overlooking the well-groomed garden, refusin...