You are sitting at a cafe, holding a cup of coffee between your hands, watching the waitress talk to the other customers. She is so beautiful, so graceful, dainty... Even though you have never met her, you know it is Doris... She perches on the edge of the table, talking to Muse, Jasmine, and another woman you don't recognize. She looks oriental, maybe Hindu...
It began innocently enough. It had to, or I would have been able to stop it. Now honestly I don't have any ability to stop, nor even imagine wanting to. A little about me. My name is Jan Thomas, I am a high school History teacher in the mountains of Western Canada. I was not the first woman in my family to serve as a soldier, the world wars saw my Great Aun...
Copyright© 2020 by Pars001 Another contest story I am so screwed, literally. I mean what the fuck was I thinking when I said and did what I did to her? I what- Oh, wait, sorry, you don't know what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself, or should I say, what's left of me?. I am or rather was Robert Thompson. Just an average guy, I guess. I wanted to...
Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory that had occurred three years before the aquarium incident, so she was thinking back to when she was thirty-four and lecturing in McGill University in late October. She was discussing two passages in Moby-Dick. "'In Chapter 35, 'The Mast-Head', Herman Melville writes of how we can be lulled into an opium-like, l...
This story was written from a female perspective (a difficult thing for one heavily laden with testosterone!) Constructive criticism is always welcome! And, as always, the characters within are over the age of 18. Enjoy! * While checking in a small shipment of estate jewelry, I noticed an ornate box. Done in a Hindu style, intricately carved in the top was...
I suppose I should start at the beginning. Of course, I didn't know it what was beginning at all. You see, I am not the sort of person you expect to be making these sorts of movies. Not at all. But then again, it wasn't my choice that I ended up here. I guess you could say it was my nature that lead me here, and that my own education is now under way. This i...
It had been three weeks since I had been rear ended by Zara, the beautiful and oh so commanding Desi goddess who responded to my superior attitude by stripping me naked in the streets and giving me the spanking I deserved, and in the process discovering how many needs I had that she could fulfill. Here I am, ready for my training. I shiver in anticipation....
A big shout to my sister in arms Seidah for bringing this story to me, and then helping me write it. Reigniting my passion for writing, after suffering from a flood of abuse and death threats she helped regain my confidence and passion. I will publishing more stories from now on. I love you sis! This is a story that contains offensive language, and it incl...
Kyrhan just recovered from having ass fucked Kira twice. For her it has been the final step of her complete deflowering by her master. - Master, It was tremendous, I never felt anything like that. - You seem to have enjoyed it. Remember how you were frightened by it. - It s true, Master. I swear I will never doubt anything you tell me. - Will you obey my...
Lying in bed, feeling doggone tired after working an overnight shift as the only security guard for a grocery store, I feel dead. It's eight thirty on a Monday morning and I just got off the number nine bus from Hurdman Station. It stops right across the street from my apartment in Vanier, Ontario. A ten minute bus ride which I endured, half-asleep, sitting...