A word of warning before you start reading, this tale is possibly even more strongly cuckold oriented than my previous effort. This story was written about twelve years ago so some of the values mentioned may seem a little low at today's prices. ***** I met Jane just before I got my degree when she too had almost finished with college. We dated for six mo...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
Ok, I am still working on Ashley's Tale, but I am stuck so I started this one. Never fear though, I'm halfway to the next post point, just juggling plot points in my head, the story is not dead. The Flame of Cytherea is a transferred to a new world story, one where the protagonist will be moved to from Earth. I have read a lot in this genre that I enjoyed,...
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Lost Jennifer Morris had thought long and hard over the nearly thirty-minute car journey home through relatively quiet roads from the hospital on Monday night. She really wanted to talk to someone, anyone, about all the confusing thoughts and hopes and wishes, desires even, which filled her head with the tumult of conflicting indices. She b...
Part I: Acceptance I can't see; my whole head is covered; even my eyes. In the darkness I hear talking, but it is indistinct. My captors don't understand the situation they have put themselves in. I need to go home, take my meds, and do my exercises. I can't go anywhere because I'm tied, to my knowledge, a chair. From what I gather they used tie wraps, tap...
Confidence with a Catch Trauma. Some people call it "The Death of your best self". That's not entirely accurate but given what it does to some people, it's understandable why they think that. My name is Amelia Chance, and I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder when I was 18. I had broken up with my boyfriend in high school, since we were planni...
My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist in denial by Vanessa Evans All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over 18 when the events took place. Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this part a lot...
Author's Note: This is not pure stroke - there's a lot of narrative, so if you're looking for the "good stuff," it's in there - but you have to wade through some writing to get there and get the full impact. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated! ------------------------------ Chapter 1: The Light in the Darkness ------------------------------ O...
It's only been one week, since Kenji made Aoi into the happiest woman in the world. The two lovers had only known each other for about four years, around the time they started college. However, on the day of their graduation ceremony, Kenji proposed to Aoi that very night. Aoi had met Kenji when they were freshmen at college. Their school was located right...
Back when I was in college, I met a girl named Ariel. She was literally the most beautiful girl I've ever met. It was my first year at the university, and she was a senior at the local Catholic high school, about a mile away from the campus. Per regulations, she had to wear the classic uniform, plaid skirt to her knees, white blouse, blazer, and so on like...