Based upon the ideas and written at the suggestion of story_freak, for his pleasure and yours. Pausing for a moment to stare up at the towering double doors of the school which rose before her, Mary heaved a great sigh. Today she would endure within those walls another eight hours of rejection and ridicule as she had for nearly two months since arriving in...
The loud banging on his front door pulled Brian out of his meloncholic reverie. It wouldn’t stop. He looked out the window at the gray, looming skies, and moaned. Bloody perfect day to do himself in. The banging persisted until he shook his head and rose from the chair, the gun dropping on the floor next to it. Brian went to the door and reluctantly opened...
*Thanks for the comments which were left, and I also appreciate the constructive feedback which was offered. I thank you for your opinion, as it really does help me to improve as a writer. I hope you all enjoy the chapter!* * The sensation of something wet sliding across her torso caused Julia's eyelids to flutter open. Sleepily glancing downward, she saw...
This chapter ends the mini saga of Jack, though not the story. It contains scenes of bondage, discipline, oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, regular sex, and good old fucking. STD's don't exist in this fantasy. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 37 - Jack's Back, Pt 2 SCOTT None of us had much sleep the night Jack shot up our house, but the others could sleep; I had to...
On this unseasonably mild December day, as they made their way to work together, Julia was looking out the window as she and James approached downtown. As the office tower that holds James's office came into view, Julia was reminded of the erotic tour she had of James's new office and the fantasy she fulfilled as she seduced him in the chair in front of his...
Author's Note: This story is based on one of the legends of Valentine's Day. It focuses on St. Valentine, a Catholic Bishop who was later granted Sainthood. It isn't meant to sway you toward any religious beliefs; it is simply a fact-based story about how this holiday may have come about, including the jailer and the answered miracle he requested of the sto...
She sat with her head leaning against the cold glass of the window. It was raining. Soft pellets of liquid release rolled downward, downward, and out of sight. Normally, this would be relaxing weather for her: she would put on her favorite leopard-print fuzzy slippers, cuddle underneath her favorite red flannel blanket, and stare at her favorite collection o...
"Don't you knock?" Mike did not feel taken aback by these words, despite having just stepped over the threshold of his own home. He was already so stunned that they barely registered. Sitting before him - sprawled on his sofa - was a vision of the sort that, until now, he had witnessed only in his fantasies. Mike was a small-minded man, unimaginative and i...
Julia was able to find her way back to the camp. She felt as if everyone was aware that Soren had taken her in the woods and blushed profusely when several women sent her smiles and knowing looks. She noted that she would need a bath, feeling her thighs still slick from moments ago. "Mama!" Haley was running toward her holding out something in her hand....
The Shoe Fetishist's Guide To The Galaxy She sat with her head leaning against the cold glass of the window. It was raining. Soft pellets of liquid release rolled downward, downward, and out of sight. Normally, this would be relaxing weather for her: she would put on her favorite leopard-print fuzzy slippers, cuddle underneath her favorite red flannel blank...