Dear Diary, My name is Amaya Fernanda and it is a whole lot harder for me to write these things and admit to them, then it is for you to read them. I guess I try not to think of myself as a whore. I mean who really stops and gets up every morning thinking, "Hey I am a whore, wonder who I will fuck today?" That kinda sentiment is best reserved for bad porn...
Still wondering if I have told too much to a complete stranger, I leave the phone on the couch and decide to take a walk, just pacing my basement. My predicament allows me really tiny steps, so it takes a lot of time to get on the other side of the room. There I lean on the wall under one of the windows, listening to the world outside. There is the sound of...
This is the continuation of my story "Dreaming in the Shower." Reading that story will give some context to the characters in this story. ***** It was very hard getting back in the swing of things after the week I spent in the Caribbean. I still remember my encounter with Lady Sara. I was sad knowing that there was little chance we would see each other ag...
Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
Chapter one The Fateful Cruise Sherry Wilson put her fork down in exasperation. "Carla. What's the point of having lunch together if all you're going to do is eat? Have you heard a word I've said?" Carla Baxter looked up from her lunch. The smile on her face was forced. "Yes, Sherry, I have been listening. I am just not interested. You know I'm not into t...
Author's note -- This is a story about the intentional use of physical pain to manage emotional pain. Which is a thing that happens, though not usually in this fashion. I hope it's clear that these characters are in a longstanding, loving, mutually beneficial, S/m relationship. Nothing that is depicted would cause any significant harm, but is designed to b...
With the builders working builders time the renovations of the clubrooms for the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club at Northcote (see Chp. 02 in this series) had fallen way behind their promised finishing date. This meant this was little I could do with the fourteen Indian women that were its founding members. So I concentrated on Mai and her sexfights with Ruth....
Quarter-Final Round At the sound of the whistle, the girls leap to action, fawning over the mega cocks of opposing teams' super studs. Luana from Team Brazil begins by straddling Chikato's cock and backing her hips against the base of his shaft, scissoring her toned thighs around his huge hard-on. Asuya has a similar plan, but instead mounts Marco's member...
The boundless energy thing that I'd kept going for years wasn't quite working anymore, it felt like life was slowly catching up despite the fact that I was still running, helping, doing, fixing, building at what seemed like maximum capacity. Maybe I was just feeling a bit down because I hadn't done anything really new and creative in a while. I had reached a...
Hi all! Here it is, the finale of Book Three! If you're new to the story, start at Ch. 1. This is a terrible place to jump in blind. Returning reader? Welcome back, I hope I did the ending justice! I have already started on Book Four, so no worried emails please :) As always, thank you for your comments, reviews, etc. This community is amazing, and I coul...