"C'mon what do I have to do for you?" Ken asked staring up near his ceiling. "I mean you can do it right?" "Of course I can do it." Star Dust replied with a yawn. "It is not even particularly difficult. I just do not understand why I would do it." Star Dust was perched on Ken's windowsill wearing a transparent lavender dress a few shades lighter than her wa...
ROSA: You know those kinds of friends who would do anything for you? The kind that would drop everything to help you out, the ones who support you and empower you? Those kinds of friends were the stuff of fairy tales in my fucking life. Bitter anger surged in me as I closed the messaging app on my phone again, the light too bright in this dark club. I'd in...
Author's note: a big thank you to all my fans and over 3700 followers. You keep me writing. If you enjoy this story, don't forget to vote. Also feel free to leave a comment or email me. I answer all emails. All my stories with the word tale in them are fan requested. I assume if they have the fantasy others do also. ***** I was looking at a text from...
A week later, Thursday night Shannon thought lustfully about their visit to Bull Riders last week. She robotically went through the motions of another work week, high on the memory of Tads eyes mind fucking her as she sat and flirted from her barstool. It was a Thursday night after work when she decided to go through her closet in search of a sexy outfit th...
CHANGE IN DIRECTION Based on reader feedback and requests I decided to focus on Sara in New York this chapter. One reader asked me to try and get inside the woman's head when she was having sex. I tried to do that so let me know what you think. I have also had requests to bring new CSI characters into subsequent chapters and I will try to do that beginning...
I'm Brent Willis. At twenty nine years of age I had a real problem; a cheating wife. But I'm getting ahead of myself. ____________________ First a disclaimer; I've never been good at English, Literature, or Social Sciences. I'm a math, economics, business guy. Don't get shitty about my inability to use flowery language or provide tantalizing descriptions...
June, 1990 - Val's Pregnancy Story. The lounge at the posh Tennis Club at Wrightsville Beach was virtually empty, except for a group of six women who had been drinking steadily for two hours following their weekly tennis match. ***** Valerie, the wealthiest of the women, had come to understand that her husband had been using her to further his business ca...
Chapter 3: Barbie Jo learns how to be a whore. This story is a fantasy story, and with all fantasies we can imagine that no evil exists. That also means no disease, so with no disease to transfer to someone else, no need for protection. Remember it is a fantasy world, in the real world evil and disease exists. Protect yourself. Saturday Afternoon The soun...
The boots were her most frivolous purchase ever. For $400 they had only decorated the inside of her closet, reminding her of her woefully single state every time she opened the doors. They stood proudly in the corner, glossy and haughty, telling her she'd never be that girl, not the girl with enough balls to slip those boots onto her feet, zip them snugly ar...
By DG Hear & Jake Rivers Jake and I have written a few stories together and also have used songs to write opposite stories. In addition, both of us have written stories along with other authors using different song titles. This story is a collaboration with us each writing this story using our own thoughts. We want to thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for thei...