This is a work of fiction.... "Julia, your order's up", yelled Phil, "if you wanna buy it, you can go home now. It's slow and the store is in good shape to close." That was the best thing she had heard all evening. Business was slow, and tips were almost non existent. This was her fourth week back delivering pizza part time, and it was the roughest week...
~ If anyone saw her they would think she was only a Mistress and never a slave to another. ~ As she stood viewing herself in her black outfit consisting of a mesh/solid skintight sleeveless shirt and tight soft leather flare pants. Spike heal boot on to add just that few inches of height. Rich strawberry-blond hair gelled back into a ponytail that reached t...
Opening the door to the antique shop, I carefully turned to my side and slipped in, holding the mirror just inches off the ground. The gilded frame and heavy silvered glass made it almost impossible to carry by myself, but I figured I had bought it and got it home by myself, I would damn well haul it back and return it by myself. Once inside the shop...
While it’s not necessary, it’s recommended you read the first part of Time Runs Wild, found It couldn't have been more than 2 hours ago, that Julie and Sara had shown up at my school, dressed like rejects from a Britney Spears video, flashing their cleavage like they were expensive hookers. I brought them back to my place, and found myself quickly seduced...
I sat at the very back of the sparsely peopled lecture theatre, high up, my long legs forced apart by the narrow gap between one row of seats and the next. The lecturer started, his low mellifluous tones warmly bathing the room. I closed my eyes and leaned back enjoying that slow, sexy voice and ignoring the content it was delivering. I was drifting into a d...
I saw Stacy for the first time at an open art exhibition held within the student center at our local university. The event was an opportunity for the public - as well as interested artists and gallery owners - to see some of the artwork generated by many of the students on campus. The event was well-advertised locally and since I lived within easy walking di...
I never answered the phone on our floor. My jobs came from waiting at the union hall so I never expected calls. That day however, I was apparently the only one on the floor and the phone rang every five minutes. I answered it. I said "Hello" rather irritably and there was a pause before a soft female voice returned the hello. "Who do you need" I asked. "C...
Detective Inspector Sheila Maher and Detective Sergeant John Connolly swoop into the holding cell, stern-faced and determined to get my signed confession. They think I murdered Jack Behan and his wife Jinny, at their luxury apartment in one of Glasgow's most exclusive residential areas. The crime took place two days ago and I was picked up in the early hours...
Sometimes I get in the mood to suck a dick but I’ve never considered myself gay. I’m @ the very least bisexual but I don’t like to limit myself to that either because I think it restricts my sexuality. I get turned on watching all types of sexual situations that you could think of; just let your imagination determine what that means. On that particular Sat...
"So close, no matter how far... Couldn't be much more from the heart... Forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters..." the words boomed from her heavy chest, past her throat, and out through her slut-red painted mouth. Never in all his years had he heard this song from a feminine voice. He liked it. He felt this young beauty did the song justice....