Finally it was Friday and I needed a stiff drink. It was one of those busy weeks where too many customers made me crazy. I drove over to my favorite sports bar and met my longtime friend Jim. He graduated a few years before me and was a jock in high school, having that hunk look that girls loved. He bragged about being able to persuade any girl to do anythin...
(The last part of this story is based on real life. In 2001, a schoolgirl was held 17 days in a small flat and sexually tortured by her supposed friends. Inept torturing led to more pain then pleasure and the girl ended up with severe 2nd and 3rd degree burns that required reconstructive surgery. It was a horrific thing, and I sincerely hope that this never...
Now, it's time to hear Stuart's side of the story. This happens during the action of Chapter 10, in which he describes how he met Bitsy and how Tracy Bathory made her tantalizing offer. As always, please let me know what you think. *** Stuart was in a hell of his own making. All of his adult life, he had been alpha. He had been able to plunder, rape, take...
Author's Note: Hello again! Thank you so very much for the ratings! I really appreciate it! The more feedback I get from my readers really helps me know if I going in the right direction for you all. Furthermore, here is Amethyst's next chapter. I really believe that Alana's alter ego Amethyst is the real her. Somewhat like how Clark Kent's alter ego Superma...
It was midday when we arrived. Unloading started almost as soon as we had touched down. The first boxes to be unloaded contained what Jeremy needed to complete the house where the Angels would live. He assured me the place would be ready for occupation in less than five hours. When Talla arrived at the town square with her girls all pandemonium broke loose....
Two weeks ago when my girlfriend, Terri, left for summer camp I was about as innocent and naïve as a new high school grad could possibly be. But then I got a lesson. A lesson in fuckin and it was from Terri's mother. She taught me a lot and I was not looking forward to Terri's return this afternoon. I was a little bit worried about what Terri might think whe...
It was my eighteenth birthday and boy, was I glad. Maybe now people, especially my parents, would stop treating me childishly and I would be respected for the adult I now, well technically was. After all, I'd just graduated high school in California and was due to start USC in the Fall, majoring in Spanish. I loved Spain, I had never been there but I wishe...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16g: Spanish Honeymoon Part 7 A Paul and Jenny story. (Copyright 2002. All rights reserved). Part 7. Siesta was over and the heat of the day past as I sat with Jenny, dressed in our swimming costumes, by the side of the pool. A large glass jug of fruit juiced and two glasses stood on the table between us. I watched her to...
Looking into Laban Suleiman's eyes, Khadija Osman gently stroked his face, then asked him if he was ready. The big and tall Somali man nodded, and inhaled sharply. With effort, Khadija raised Laban's legs in the air and told him to spread his cheeks. The bed shook as the six-foot-four, burly Black man complied with his diminutive mistress orders. He obeyed h...
* Early Saturday Morning, Cloudy Day with Scattered Rainshowers + Thunderstorms: I, Nishida, eighteen going on nineteen years of age, am totally shaking and shivering because I was still garbed in my wet (and nearly see-through) school uniform; stood in front of Browning International Academy, my alma mater since first grade, where I am now at my Senior Y...