This is module one, chapter seven. This is going to be a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 4 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. Module one, our main character, Katherine "Kat", is a senior in hig...
Sarah Bingham-Smythe was an alcoholic woman who suffered from occasional bouts of depression. Her mother had dumped her off to boarding school as a very young girl, and she had been given no love or affection all her life. It wasn't until she became involved with horses, that her life gained some meaning or purpose. The riding stable down the road needed a...
I awoke from my nap and heard the shower running. Dee must have already gotten up and started to get ready for our night out with Chelsea and Johnny. I was really looking forward to the evening since it was the first night that I did not have to worry about getting up and working the next day. I rolled over to an empty bed, confirming what I already knew. D...
I was a girl who matured early. By the time I turned 18 during my senior year in high school, I was very accustomed to the lecherous looks of men and also boys. Mostly I figured it was my breasts. I was told, many times, that I have the best breasts in the county. But I also had an hourglass figure with a tiny waist, long and shapely legs, and beautiful aubu...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter of a story which broke nicely into four chapters. Two of the chapters could possibly stand alone, but the four fit together better as a single tale. I've changed the characters' names and deliberately left out certain specific details in order to conceal the participants' identities. The reason will certainly become...
Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Peter, at least for the purposes of this story which apart from names and places is absolutely true. It's not a story I'm particularly proud of, but at the same time I'm not exactly ashamed of myself either. I'll tell you this story, add my own thoughts, but leave the judgement to you as to whether I'm a manipul...
I have used italics occasionally here to highlight personal thoughts. The story contains several graphic sex scenes and descriptions and includes male and female oral, anal and lesbianism. Anyone offended by these should not read it. For those of you who do read it, I would love your comments and if you actually enjoyed it enough to vote, that would be nice...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote. * Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 04: It had been an unseasonably mild, spring day and the Esplanade was filled with people sunbathing along the Charles River and trying to rush the season by squeezing in their activities in the late afternoon before darkness fell. With her gaze hypnotically tran...
(c) 2005 by Penelope Street The darkness of the Wheeling Tunnel swallowed our sedan. In that instant, my chest felt as hollow as the mountain through which we drove. The light at the end of this particular tunnel looked far from inviting. That glare ahead, I knew, was Ohio. Sure, we still had a couple more hours of driving to go, but this was the final bord...
Note: This story is a sequel to my previous story, "Natasha's Ploy", so I would recommend that you read that story to familiarise yourself with the premise and background of the story first, before sinking your teeth into this one. ***** Emma slipped her hand into her bra and readjusted her breast so that it sat a bit more comfortably in the cup. She had...