Sergeant Peyton Wells sat alone in the empty shop and stared out the plate glass windows at what was left of the beloved city he had faithfully served for so many years. He couldn't believe it had come down to this: his friends dead or dying, and himself bitten by one of those undead monsters. Abernathy, who once worked for Umbrella and had experience with t...
Sunita Johansson gazed into the long bedroom mirror, turning in profile to survey her hips and bum before smoothing down the cotton skirt. Swivelling around, the hem rode halfway up her angular thighs. Reaching up, a smear of pink lipstick defined a heart-shaped pout. The unlikely coupling of a Scandinavian businessman and an Indian beauty queen 25 years ago...
This is a story from the 1970s. The names have been changed, but largely true. *** I had been 'best friends' with Jane throughout college, but had not seen her for a couple of years, because of busy lives, and distance. I'd sent her a birthday card, and she had replied with an invitation to stay with her for a long weekend at her London flat. I willingly...
(Author's note: This was my first attempt at writing any story. It would be deeply appreciated if you could leave feedback in the comments section.) An encounter with an unexpected Indian MILF Hi, I am D and today I am going to tell you about my special unexpected encounter at work. I am now 33 yrs old and married but this story is about the time when I wa...
Argon and Morgo were plotting when the rap came at the door; they just had time to jump. Through it came a stubby creature no more than four feet tall, clutching a duster in one hand and a bucketful of rags and cleansers in the other. Double-taking on Morgo and Argon, who shoved the communicator back in his pocket, the guest put his hand to his tiny breast s...
Paris had been great, seeing old friends, hanging out on the rive gauche, re-visiting favourite restaurants and delights of delights going to English language movies. But I was glad to be leaving, the meeting that was the excuse for the trip had gone well, I’d won the contract I was after and had six months work to tide me over the summer, but I missed the S...
Meet Suzanne Oliviers, a sixty-year-old French Canadian BBW living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life after retirement has never looked so good. Standing five-foot-eight, curvy, with short, spiky silver hair and lively blue eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses, Suzanne is a busty, curvy, wide-hipped and big-bottomed dame who still makes the fellas smile wheneve...
Note: This story is part of a small volume of stories that I have posted here previously. They will appear with different names as chapters (10 in all). I think these stories stand alone well, but they are meant to be read as part of a larger work entitled "Divorcing Myself From Myself." This chapter, #8, is called "Happy Birthday." It has been posted here...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = This is a very mild techno-nerd female exhibitionist fantasy about being able to safely show your naked body to anyone, anywhere, at any time. There is NO SEX, per se, in this story. It is a gentle fantasy I wrote for all those geekette flashers out there who follow me and dream of having a job just like Julia's. = =...
"You stink like a toilet, Veena." Vivek said to me as soon as Suja left for the day after her set of imparting humiliation. "Go and take a bath now, we may have guests." Vivek continued. I was happy to hear this; my ordeal was coming to an end. I immediately rushed to the bathroom and started to take my bath. I even sang my bathroom song as I was really ha...