I had been watching the bikini girls frolic in the sand and the surf all week from my breezy balcony. I was sick (*cough cough sputter sputter*). I was really sick and nobody was allowed to come see me and I was not allowed to leave. The doctor felt it would be best if I went to Florida and got some fresh air and listened to the ocean. Sounded good to me so...
Relaxed and finally having shifted down the gears until she felt that she was almost herself again, Tamara Dumas slipped into the booth and across the cracked leather of the seat until she was sitting directly opposite the man in the suit. Her last dance had ended more than an hour before and now there was no need for a performance on her part. It was no mat...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 40). This story c...
Thomas was not having a good day. It had started like they always did: wake up after not enough hours of sleep, shuffle to the shower, jerk off, worry about cum clogging the drain, get dressed in the clothes that should be replaced, gravitate toward the cafeteria for quick, unhealthy breakfast, and go to the class. Since it was Tuesday, afternoon would be d...
Growing up I, Cheryl Sanders, always knew that my parents were flakes. My parents, Winston Sanders and Muriel Smith (why my mother kept her maiden name when she married my father only she really knows since the explanations have changed over the years), are both very good looking, but they are both lacking in many parenting skills, and don't seem to have any...
(Disclaimer: The stories here are ment for people to enjoy, not to offend or gross out anyone who reads it. If you don't enjoy the kinda things that involve excessive amounts of bodily fluids, transformations, gender altering, furries, mutations, biomass, tentacles, non-con, degrading, or anything else that can be sensitive to certain people, you probably wo...
"OWWWW! Ow! OWWWW! MOTHERFUCKER!" Heidi Baker was miserable. Now matter how she lay in bed every muscle in her gorgeous body hurt like hell. Even worse her private parts were all raw and tender to the touch, fire in the holes they say. Trying to rest became difficult, one wrong move and every nerve in her body told her just how ignorant she was. She was in...
Author's note: After this submission I am planning to move the series into a more story-heavy direction from the current short, action-oriented style. As a result the next chapter has been scrapped and thus might be a while before it comes out. Thanks to everyone who has been reading so far. Hopefully you will enjoy this last (for now) short chapter and wi...
Chapter 7. Washington D.C. The next memorable skirmish in The Plan came three weeks after my accident. My 'agents' inside CableNex had kept me up-to-date on Kathy's scheduled trip to the quarterly meeting of the CPHRE — Cable Provider Human Resources Executives — a professional organization to which Kathy belonged. I had already known the date...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...