The next morning, Vivian awoke first. As soon as she was aware she had a woman in her arms, she became cognizant of the events of the previous night. She slid her bottom hand underneath Angela's arm pit to reach and maul Angela's ample tits. With her other hand Vivian fingered Angela's pussy. She concentrated on Angela's clitoris, which had the effect of awa...
Author's Note: This is the chapter I've been building up to. It's not the end, don't worry. Thank you to all those who have been voting and commenting! It is truly humbling and does a great deal in motivating me to deliver these chapters as promptly as I can manage. This chapter alone took hours and hours to write, rewrite, and edit before I was finally s...
This is Alternative Ending #7 of 'Sprung'. It has the same beginning as 'Sprung 1 - 4, all the way down to 'Alternate Ending Number 7'. It stands alone. There's no sex but it's almost a complete ending, with just a hint of the carnage to come left to your imagination. My public service gift to those struggling to start writing is an invitation. Grab any of...
So my freshman year at college was spent pretty much naked, once I had met Jack and had a crush on him. He managed to get me to do anything he wanted and I never objected to him. I might have been screaming in my mind, "Don't do this!", but it never got out of my mind. If he told me to strip, I did. Naked and told to spread my legs, I did. I liked him lookin...
Note to reader: This story is short and 100% true. I have changed the names to protect anonymity. ***** My name is Scott. I am a former aerospace engineer now middle school teacher in southern California. I lost my engineering job in 1990 along with several million other aerospace workers when the Congress reduced military spending. For years following my...
"What sort of arrangement do you and your wife have, Jim?" said Janine, threading her arm through mine as if we were old family friends in need of extra warmth. In fact, we were acquaintances of less than two hours' standing, now trudging through the bitter cold of a New Year's Eve. The others had just parted from us, carrying on in their walk up to the Crag...
Content spoilers: This story contains fetish material involving breasts growing past normally-expected human sizes, gratuitous lactation and just a bit of ice. Enjoy! ***** Eri had been walking for hours. It had started with a simple walk on one of the trails running along the mountain resort. Then, when she ran out of trail, she simply kept going, in spi...
Chapter 18 A cougar wearing white gloves, nylons, garter belts, and giving blowjobs The next few days slowly drifted by until it was late Friday night, a little after 10 pm, when Marianne pulled in my driveway. She drove one of those Volvo Cross Country things. I hate Volvos, especially crossover SUV's. They're so safe, so dependable, so boring, and not mu...
Dawn on Thursday morning came too soon. He had slept on his stomach to avoid aggravating the lash-marks on his back. He was sore and tired and just wanted to cut class. He saw the black rubber bracelet on his wrist and rolled over onto his side, covering his head again, hiding from the shame he felt inside. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! His phone told him he had just...
It all came about because my husband, Roger, and I took in a lodger. She was a lovely young thing, a tall blonde, beautifully built if slightly on the muscular side, and the local girls school's new physical education mistress. I say "school", it was more of a home for wayward girls aged between 18 and 20 years – a place they would be sent to avoid going to...