"In this case, Miss Ghandour, your appeal has been denied." The Dean of Athletics didn't look much like a dean. Unless his first name was "Dean," which it easily could be. With his very short cropped hair and ill-fitting suit, he looked like a football player giving a press conference about domestic violence. Too old and flabby to be athletic anymore, but n...
Ari woke up the next day to find her that her phone had frozen in the night from being overloaded with notifications. Great. She sighed, alone in her bed as the morning light squeezed in. Well, now she has this to deal with. As she walked through her house, finding more and more evidence of Jake's stay here while she had been away (a moved gallon of milk...
"Um, Mistress? Can I, uh, can I get up now?" She asked, squirming slightly where she sat, partly from the growing discomfort and embarrassment at calling Gwen by such a title. The redhead looked at her, almost seeming not to realise what she was saying, but realised the brunette had been sat there for quite some time.. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, um, you can move ar...
Author's Note: This takes place after chapter 11 and is an alternate route of what could've happened. This gets insane, I'd recommend checking the tags. ***** Something surrounded all her senses. It squished against her skin, covering nearly every inch in a plushness few pillows could compare to, while clouding her sinuses in a sweet haze. She opened her e...
Class was uninteresting as always. Though the faculty were told to behave like a college classroom, they were disinterested, more invested in spilling their woes to students of how they had new jobs waiting, but were pulled back to this 'shit-hole'. Principal Blake had at least put some effort into the rebranding, with a fresh coat of paint on the walls and...
Karen opened the back door after hearing a few knocks from the back room. Zelda and Connie walked in, both bundled in winter coats, Zelda's face hidden behind her favorite scarf. Even though she grew up here, she never got used to even the gentlest Pacific Northwestern winters. Meanwhile, Connie wasn't even wearing a hat. Maybe she didn't want to mess up tha...
Hey, Average Joe here. It's been a while in the land of quarantines and lockdowns. I'm currently stuck at home with my wife and toddler, so finding time alone to write has been difficult. Now, I've dabbled in fantasy, I've dabbled in romance, I've dabbled in BDSM, Harems, and tentacle sex. So now it's time for something new. I've still got a few things i...
One thing that was very seldom seen in the back room of a coffee shop was a chair. The only chairs in a coffee shop were in the break room or in the front of the shop. On the provided cafe tables and couches, the customers could enjoy the wares of the coffee shop while reading a newspaper, if this was the eighties. And yet there it was. A chair in the back...
What was she thinking?! With her dick, clearly, but that shouldn't have made such a decision for her. Regardless, she sat in Rachel's home, opposite Leah on the couch and desperate not to peek as the buxom futa milked herself. She assumed it'd seem strange to complain, since the book had made it normal to everyone but her. The fact Rachel didn't bat an eye a...
A single strand of spit connected them. Gwen didn't release the blonde, her hands massaging the clothed rear, covered by the tight, thin material of Allie's yoga pants. Though they weren't used for the art as much anymore, since most people were in near perfect shape now, with an inbuilt flexibility akin to circus performers' decades ago. Some still did it a...