It was getting near the 5 pm closing time at the public library in the sleepy little suburb where I worked. Not much happens at this branch on a Wednesday - no noisy story times for moms and toddlers, no early evening rush by readers looking for paperbacks to consume over the weekend. We catch up on re-shelving books, tracking down online requests, vacuuming...
Chapter 3: The girls kick it up 3 notches when Ripley's uncle dies and leaves her a small farm. It helps to read the first two stories but this one could stand on its own. As she unlocked the front gate, Ripley still could not believe her uncle Bobby had left his farm to her. Most of the family assumed it would go to one of his sisters. Ripley could only a...
Chapter 11. Homecoming When Barbara’s two weeks with the Bitch had expired Ludlow drove down to London to pick her up. They kissed inside the car; just a brief meeting of lips, the slightest flick of tongues together, tip to tip. Not much was said during the drive back up to University, they just quietly held hands as Ludlow drove the powerful Jag. It was a...
Kaitlyn is a bitch. That is all I have to say. Kaitlyn and I share an apartment, we have for about 5 years now. We have known each other a little longer than that, maybe a year longer. I found out about her "lifestyle" just after she moved in to my place. She was looking for an apartment, we got along, and I needed a roomie, so things worked out. Well, act...
Molly sat down gingerly in her office chair. Nothing was hurt but the four inch long by one inch in diameter, metal butt plug in her ass gave her jolts of pleasure if she moved too fast or sat down wrong. Normally the pleasure wasn't a problem but today wasn't normal by a long shot. Meetings were being called where and when no meetings had ever been called b...
I suggest you read chapter 1 of this story. * I lay there, naked and bent over the sofa of this woman I had met just a little over an hour ago. She had a finger up my ass, and was slowly rotating it. "I know you like being violated this way, you little slut, I can smell how turned on you are," the woman said to me. I was not going to try to argue with her...
(Thanks again to Shawhollow's editing) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) (The gang gets motorcycles) Rio, of course, heads to the biggest, meanest hog on the lot. The Big Ole Boy/Dealership owner, who has the makings of an aged outlaw bike...
Life was good. A couple of years out of school, I was working as a business software developer in the mini-silicon valley near the university. I was sharing a flat with a couple of undergrads. Unfortunately, both of my "roomies" were about to graduate. One was an ROTC type and would be going off to helicopter flight training in Alabama and the other, an educ...
It all began with a phone call. Mr Taylor, the manager of the firm where my husband had been hurt whilst installing some new lighting, asked me if I could call and see him soon to discuss the accident. Naturally I assumed this was to talk about his compensation. John, my husband was a self employed electrician and had only recently started working for hims...
***WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL FUCKERY AHEAD*** This story contains elements of coercion, blackmail and body modification in the context of heavy BDSM. Daphne is hereby acknowledged to be a narcissistic sociopath at best or a functional psychotic at worst. I want to portray her as a monster, so don't be surprised when she does monstrous things. Nobody should do...