It had become something of a routine, the thing I most looked forward to every morning, a gift that kept on giving. I would wait until the front door clicked shut, before excitedly rushing from my bed like a child on Christmas Day. But this was not the kind of present that Santa would leave for a child. No, this was strictly for adults. And more importantly...
Chapter 12: ... To Those Who Wait ***** I remember the exact moment I met Annika O'Neal. It was a Saturday evening, middle of winter in Melbourne and dark as midnight despite the early hour. She'd been wearing an old woollen cardigan (one that was several sizes too big and butt ugly) over high-waisted black tights and a cropped purple training bra. She...
After the costume party at Tom and Gloria's house, Jennifer, Jerry and I both rested quite well that Sunday afternoon, good weather and all. Monday at work was a grind and I occasionally let my mind wander to the events of Saturday night, eliciting a smile or a grin at times. I decided to skip happy hour Monday evening and headed home from work. I wasn't in...
My story is true; I have changed the names of people and places to protect the guilty and of course, the innocent. Enjoy! Sixteen years ago is a period in my life I look back at with great fondness, I was 28, single and very sexually frustrated so much felt that I couldn't get laid in a whorehouse if I had all the money in the world. Now I'm know you're thi...
"Hey tutor girl, what kept you?" Haley James Scott had gotten very used to hearing those words come from her friend Brooke Davis. Haley had been expecting to hear them when she arrived at Brooke's house because patients had never been one of Brooke's virtues and now they were having sex on a regular basis the IT girl of Tree Hill High had only seemed to bec...
12:27. Rebecca looked at her phone again, the sun dancing off its screen. 12:27. Darren should be here soon if the taxi was running right and the traffic wasn't too heavy. Her thumbs idly swept and unlocked the cell and she found herself flitting through the messages from the past few months. Sometimes they were frequent between them both: urgent, greedy,...
Author's note This is a story based on BtVS and takes place during Season 7 when Faith and Willow are over 18. * Faith's POV Here's the thing... I've been in a lot of fucked up an awkward situations before, but I don't think I've ever had it worse than this. Sure, I can think of plenty times I've felt just as shitty, but nothing shitter. I mean, the last...
Whatever the long-term results, Jess's cuckolding me with my brother and father seemed to have shredded whatever need for privacy and discretion she previously required. Courtesy of my father, she'd had all her body hair removed by laser and was now completely smooth and soft. Much to my discomfort, she'd "outed" us to her mom and older sister, but her mom h...
I was back at J's house a couple of days later. After fucking J to sleep, I laid sleepless in the bed beside her. Once I was sure J was sound asleep, mainly because of her girly snores, I got up, put my pants on, and decided to wander a little. A quick glance at J's clock on the nightstand told me that it was 2:00 am. The rest of the house seemed quiet, and...
The persons and actions mentioned in this story are freely invented. Similarities with existing persons or events are coincidental. Scenes of a marriage of three The next weeks after my last club visit gave me a lot of thought about the situation of Judith, Thomas and me. And, of course, also the state of the child that was to come out of this threesome re...