Vanessa English is the classic rich bitch. A billionaire who is never satisfied. More is always the answer, especially if it’s money, power, or fame. Sometimes she’s still in high school. Sometimes in college. Sometimes the CEO of a major corporation. One thing stays the same: she’s always the villain. Like any good villain she has her weaknesses. For Vaness...
Two weeks went by before I heard from Sam. He called and said he had my results if I was interested. I told him to name the place and time. His cronies had discussed this beforehand, and I was instructed to be at Hooters by one Saturday. I was told not to be late, or I would be on the hook for the bar bill too. I was there by 12:45 and was already behin...
Oh, how I remember that day! It was over 30 years ago, and it is still in my mind as clear as if I was right there. I grew up in the typical sheltered life. Mom spent a lot of time teaching me that "Good girls don't" on and on. The result was, here I sat in the front row of my first year college English class. I was barely 19, a virgin, and I had never eve...
This is a little fantasy of mine and dedicated to my Mistress. There is some explicit language and scenes in the story and you know the drill, if you are underaged or don´t like to read (bi)sexual acts than don't bother. This story is explusively mine and can only be copied after contacting me. I haven't written in years and I hope I haven´t gotten too rust...
This takes place after "Wanda Viewing Party". *** The months that followed graduation were fairly uneventful. The very public nature of the events surrounding Wanda and Julie's kidnapping and attempted rape made it very easy for Julie to claim self-defense. The excessive force Julie used to protect himself and Wanda was easily explained away once police ga...
Based in part on events in the life of a friend... My name is Nancy Porter and I'm writing this journal because my therapist said it would be "crucial to my recovery" and anything that might get me out of here quicker is alright by me. Also, I'm considering writing a book about the last couple of years of my life, so maybe I can use this along with my diar...
At just past seven p.m., Ethan's VW van rolled up in front of Tristan's house. It came to a stop with a tiny squeak, gears grinding as it was put into park. Preparing to exit the car, Tristan slung his army green duffel bag over his shoulder, then drew back the sliding door before saying his goodbyes. "Thanks for the ride, guys," he said to Ethan and Kimi,...
With that I saw a huge powerfully built black man, rippled with muscles, maybe 6.5, bare chested and mean looking. Well, well, well, what have we here Jim boy, he said. Did I give you permission to use my private room for your pleasure? No answer from Jim. Well cocksucker did I?, he yelled. Jim was visibly scared as I was, the only difference was, I couldn’t...
Second Chapter This is a fictional story. * * * * * Author's note: Happy Holidays All! * * * * * That Monday, after Reagan and Tory worked all weekend on their robot project, they went to see the professor in charge of the contest. He was the head of the mechanical engineering department. They explained to him that they were working on a human looking...
Preface For some time now, I have had it in mind to put together a sort of compilation of my stories. Not the entire body of work, of course, but a kind of smorgasbord, to titillate both new readers and old into delving back into the main stories at their leisure. To my knowledge this has not been done by any other writers of erotica thus far. Each Chapter...