Chapter I - The Interview Ads for the Highrise Resort had circulated FIU for two summers, intriguing many of the students. Spring Break was around the corner, and Hollywood would soon be overrun by locust-like youth. Beer, condoms, and drugs would be stripped as these human locusts swarmed through the stores. But Luna had ignored this event for most of her...
Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. The last section, chapter 4.5 ended with Laura, having left her husband until the end of the year, contemplating holiday plans with her...
Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. Chapter 4.4 ended with Laura's second birthday and anniversary date with Greg and a hint of a new direction. FOUR -- YEAR OF TURMOIL...
Chapter 48. It was around 2 O'clock in the AM: Shift work coupled with snow made Jack later than usual getting home - not to mention the blisters on his ass-hole that caused walking to pose a real bind to his getting around lately. Mary was sleeping: Zonked-out on pills and booze. They hadn't talked that much since the incident, and there was a large, cold,...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
Please enjoy my latest story. If you know you ain't supposed to be reading this, DON'T! I reserve all commercial and all other non-electronic rights to this work. * * * * * "Class is dismissed. Don't forget the project due…" "Huh, what?" Marilyn woke up disoriented from her nap. When she finally came to, she vaguely remembered some project for Intro to...
I had been to this particular establishment before. I knew very well what they did and the women here were nearly all abducted. I knew that. What had brought me here today or rather on this night, was the loss of my slave. I had sold her when I got bored with her. I had a particular taste in women that required them to be both submissive and very slight in b...
It all started when my wife decided to take some cosmetology classes to help with her photography. Because, while most of the women who came to her for boudoir pictures, were fairly competent with their own makeup there were always some whose choices made it almost impossible to get the desired results. Either way too much foundation and mascara, or shades o...
As I write these memoirs, my deeply tanned legs are stretched out before me on a lounge chair on my lanai. My pink toenails provide a nice contrast to the aquamarine sea visible in the distance, framed by swaying palm trees on golden sands. I brush a strand of hair from my forehead, and tug my sundress a few inches towards my knees. Looking back, it's hard...
(Let me lead you through the sepia-toned, historic setting for this tale - colonial India - where you will experience some of the most delicious Clothed Female Naked Male fun you have ever come across. On the banks of the Ganges the senior boys' college was filled with aristocratic 18 year olds, thrillingly subject to the discipline of female English teacher...