(This story was originally written under the name Agony. I have made some minor changes to the story. After writing a story called Violets Are Blue, I was encouraged to rewrite this story.) It was a scorching Saturday morning in the beginning of a great July. Barbara Letti slowly walked down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here a...
(I was putting in some pot lights and crown moulding for this fancy mansion on the hill, and happened to meet an old friend I knew from my trailer park days. I said I was surprised to see her living there, and she was only too happy to tell me her story. I thought she was very mean but she said I could make her story public. I think it says somewhere that je...
It was a casual Friday evening for Tracy. She was at her apartment finishing some papers when her phone started to buzz. She completely forgot that she planned her pregnancy experience for tonight. She got so excited and a big mischievous smile appeared on her face. Before you knew it her work was done. She sat on a side of her bathtub with a big glass of w...
Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope...
It was a Saturday morning on a hot August day and Barbara Letti was slowly walking down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here were expensive, big and well designed. They had big back yards and swimming pools. The grass here was green, the garden in the back produced delicious vegetables and the homes were guarded with top of line a...
As Hillary sat in her very swank up town apartment in New York she recalled that one night. That one night, one week ago, that had changed her life. One week before Hillary had been at Club Ioda with some of her friends. To her surprise her good friend, and co-teenage star, Lindsay Lohan walked in. The two say each other from across the dance floor and qui...
Thanks for the feedback. I really enjoy fantasy and being able to share some of mine. I hope you enjoy this one. * When Stacey and Alex arrived home after the live demonstration of the male version of the mega-masturbator, Stacey was still very sexually charged up. Her mind and body were racing with an unrequited lust. She felt as if she would never be abl...
Author's Note: The board game the students play in this story is inspired by the computer game the protagonists play in Wollstonecraft's Party. ***** It was our freshman year at (name removed) University. What? Oh, sorry...I can't have anyone tracking this back to me because of what I did. I've changed our names, too. My new name will be...umm...Danielle....
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
When Saturday morning came, May ask if we were going to Dee and Charlie's house today. I said yes if she did. We arrived at their house around noon and were surprised at their huge house. It was two stories and must have had 5 or 6 bedrooms. Charlie met us at the door in a swim suite. He told us he was happy we had come. The pool was very nice with a waterfa...