The woman watched the three tables across the isle from her. Sounded like they'd all just graduated from high school. All those carefree years. What had happened to hers? These teens seemed to be filled with excitement about their futures. If they only knew. Four really attractive young girls sat at the middle table; they were obviously the most popular. S...
This is another one of my stories based upon a well-known traditional fairy tale. ***** Chapter 1 Scarlet Hood lived with her parents on a remote farm in the heart of the Black Forest area of Germany. As a youngster, she had gone to the school in the local village five miles away. She had to walk there and back – no matter what the weather. At home...
Way up North Bondage and Camping Camping and Bondage Stories Stopping to talk to a few others and stare, we soon arrived at Gracie and Charlie's RV. They were sitting on the small deck attached to it. Gracie was wearing a leather bustier type thing with her big boobs floating out the top like a Playboy Bunny. On her wrists and ankles those familiar black...
Author's note Appearances can be deceptive. When I reread this story, I realised that the opening sentence could give completely the wrong impression. You know how it is with a story, you want to grab the reader's attention straight away, so you say something a little off-track to try and make him or her carry on reading. However, I must make this clear - a...
Lynne awoke the next morning buried securely in Leif's arms. She felt groggy with passion. As she opened her eyes and became acclimated to her surroundings, she felt an erotic awareness she'd never felt before growing deep in the pit of her belly. Doing it the bathroom had been primitive, raw, and nasty in ways she'd only fantasized about before. She'd alw...
I am Canadian. Canadian spelling is used here. Care to edit my next story? Send me a message. * On her eighteenth birthday Jenny aged out of foster care and was facing homelessness, not that she'd ever had a real home to begin with, only a succession of houses to survive in and a series of guardians for parents. Some of her 'parents' didn't expect her to b...
Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally in...
"Well, doggies...." Jed lowered the rifle with a heavy heart, the roar of 30-30 still ringing in his ears. Jethro's corpse twitched briefly before lying still. His attacker hadn't even noticed. Jed didn't relish telling his cousin that he'd been forced to blow his nephew's brains all over the estate's sprawling grounds, but there had been no choice. Once Jet...
Naani was there the next day. There was a radiant look on her face. She did not look at me directly as Granny was around supervising her work. She pretended that she did not see me at all. I was very upset. But then it was better to be discreet about it as word travels very fast in villages. Nothing happened that day. It was disappointing. One of my relative...
"Eva converged with Fate at a crucial point. She got a terrific offer, and now she was on her way to her life's adventure! She was to join the world tour of Julian Woolfe...!" ************************************ One man's loss is another man's gain, as they say. Eva Sanderson knew that, but the harsh reality of it was nonetheless hard to accept. As always...