I can't quite remember the year - probably either '59 or '60. I had been a struggling journalist for years in Hollywood - I had a few good breaks, but I was still virtually a nobody. I hung around bars on the Sunset Strip, hoping to catch some big star in the middle of something seedy, take their picture, and get a big story on them. It was just such a night...
Molly swung open the acrylic door to the nail salon. She brushed her black bangs to the side, overlooked the place. The walls were blindingly white. A row of stations—loveseats with buckets in front—were against the far wall. Two looked to be occupied out of the ten. The salon was quiet, smelled clean of polish. After giving the salon an once-over, Molly d...
I winced as I stepped into the shower, twinges throughout in my body reminding me again of what had transpired barely an hour past. The hot water slid over my skin, sending chills racing up my spine as my knees continued to shake slightly. I moaned gutturally as my aching cock bounced in time with my still racing heart. The shower curtain hissed open then cl...
F.X. Copeland came to the Deliosse's front door, lugging the massive box, and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, Santiva Deliosse answered. "Oh, good, Cope, you're here. That's the Zero-Wave?" Cope nodded. "Yep, Miz Deliosse. Works like a microwave, but in reverse. It's an innerustin' invention of mine." Cope lugged the box into the house. It was a big b...
I remember the great start to that morning, ATM card didn't work. I should have gotten my own checking account by then, but I hadn't had any problems really. See, I met Jenifer when I first moved here, six months ago, and she allowed me to move in with her as a Bunkie. One thing led to another and we became close and started dating. We were like best friends...
Dr. Linda Murray rolled her head, trying to work the kinks from her neck. She had three more admissions to do, and she was tired. Heading for the second floor unit, she walked by the wall of pigeonholes for interoffice mail. Her inbox looked empty, but she felt the need to recheck it. Reaching deep with her hand, her fingertips brushed something back out of...
This is a squeaky clean story, no sex. I wrote it for a Facebook group. Just thought I'd warn you. Delicious Delicates or How I Spent My Summer Vacation It is my nineteenth birthday, and I am all dressed up waiting for my date to arrive. Since I have some time, I thought I'd scribble down some notes about how I got to this night. It all started less tha...
Note: This story contains scenes of graphic non-consensual sex. I abhore and do not condone any sort of behaviour of this kind. The story is based on a fantasy on a user on a website who posted this on their profile:- My fantasy: I'm dressed as a slutty chav CD, Tiny lil panties can hardly keep my big cock in, short skirt, stockings and heels. Two hung stu...
One night, Cindy Lou left work and, instead of going home after getting off the subway, went to a nice restaurant that she and her roommate sometimes patronized. Amanda, the roommate, had called and asked her to stay away until after eleven o'clock because she would be entertaining a new boy friend in their apartment. On another occasion, they might decide t...
Nicole sat down at her computer and clicked on the Internet icon. She idly ran the cursor back and forth across the screen as she listened to the electronic screeching that indicated her connection to Don, her favorite sub. He should have received her gift last night. “You have 1 new message.” Immediately, she opened it. It was from Don, of course. He had re...