Sean leaned against the outside wall of some club, puffing on a cigarette and waiting for some girl his friends had decided to set him up with. It had been three years since the death of his beloved wife, and he was healing, slowly; he knew it was time to start living again. He hadn't put up much fight when his friends Jack and Molly had told him about this...
This is an account of the last couple of years; I've changed the names of the people involved for obvious reasons. I've named my husband 'Ernie', after the Sesame St character, which is relatable since he's such a simpleton. * My husband of 10 years is a douche-bag. More specifically he is a controlling, manipulative, whinging little boy. He prances aroun...
"NO!" snapped Xanir furiously. Water slopped from the glass slammed onto the wooden worktop, and Alanna flinched at the bruising grip on her shoulders. Her bare feet jarred on the rough tiled floor when he jerked her forwards off her perch and hissed, "Do not keep asking." Her breath, just beginning to regulate after their latest shattering interlude, speed...
Author's note: This story is part three of an ongoing series. For those readers who have not read Part 1 - "First Time" and Part 2 "In the Schoolroom" I suggest you read those before reading part 3. * * * * * I awoke the next morning before Matt and managed to quietly slip out of bed without waking him. After using the toilet I padded down the passage on b...
I have enjoyed writing the stories in this series and thank you all for the feedback, positive or otherwise. Feedback, as so many other authors have said, is what makes it so fun to write and post stories. So please keep it comming. All characters in this story are fictionalized and are intended to be of legal age. Please enjoy and tell me what you think. -...
Yoni, Gina and I left the Palms after only five days; just to be sure we were waiting when Prince Tulan returned. We were all nervous. We were all emotionally invested in the project and each other. That day passed slowly and casually. We were playful. I got flashed and kissed the flashing pussy or boob. But our minds were racing. There was only room for sm...
Fighting against the restraints was useless as I was held tightly, so I started to yell. "Let me go!" I did not want to use all of my strength as I knew I would need it, but what could I do? I couldn't see myself letting him do whatever to me without a fight so I did the first thing that came to my mind and spit on him. "Oh this one is feisty, Lumara!" Klin...
Disclaimer: I have tried to make sure my historical information is correct and I’d like to think I haven’t offended any Native Americans peoples with the telling of this tale. I am 1/8th Cherokee and am proud of that heritage. I’m not trying to show any Native Americans in a bad light… that is not my intention. Author’s Note: The English-Cheyenne word trans...
Chapter 21: Darcy and the Arena Ross was helped out of the arena by two of the female slaves. At one point he was afraid that he might sexually respond to the barely clothed, very young and very attractive slaves. Since their job was to help him, they were actually concerned about him, helping him up, giving him nourishment, supporting him, and eventually r...
Yes the time was definitely at hand. The moment of truth. Julia was laid out on the couch, her head lifted on the one, high armrest, her legs spread open, feet holding on the side edges. She laid there looking down along her body at me, her own hands massaging her breasts, cupping and squeezing the delicate delicious mounds, her fingers rolling and pulling...