Thanks a lot for your patience, my readers! The second chapter of my story took way longer than I was expecting. The length increased more and more, so I decided to split it up to give you a small teaser, so to speak. Don't worry, I have already written most of the next part, so I won't need as much time for the next part. Enjoy! ***** John opened his eyes...
Brianna had enjoyed Tom's futile pleading for the last few days. And she took a great delight in giving him the same, stern answer. "You're going to that appointment and that's final." She knew exactly why he felt it would be humiliating. And that's partly why she'd set it up this way. To right a past wrong and to humble Tom's macho ego. And so she had made...
It was the spring of 1938 when Giles showed me the bordello. It was he assured me no ordinary place of sex. Having lived in Paris all my life I didn't think there was anything I hadn't already seen and done. But with conviction, he told me that what I'd find there was unlike anything I could or would expect. Cleverly, he never told me exactly what it was. S...
Author's note: Permission is granted to reproduce this story with or without my consent, so long as you give me credit for it. All characters in this story are at an age of legal consent (18+). All readers should be the same. This is a work of fiction and is intended for those with... weird tastes. Enjoy. ...................... Pathetic... That'd me in a n...
Surely he'd always remember the first time he saw her. From the tiny attic window far above her, he watched. Bold in his belief that he couldn't be seen, he moved to another window to study her. That very first moment when she'd left the shadow of the moving van, he wanted her, knew he had to have her. Her hair unfurled in the wind like a brilliant copper ba...
He looked down where she lay, looking so peaceful and serene in the soft light. In his hand, he held a single white rose. His eyes misted over as he silently acknowledged her beauty. Even at seventy-four years of age, she looked just as beautiful as she had on their wedding day fifty-six years ago today. Elizabeth had been a beautiful bride, both inside an...
He loved to just sit and watch her sleep. She was so beautiful and peaceful. Her skin looked like porcelain, and tonight he just had to touch her... * I woke as the dark figure sat on the edge of the bed. It took a couple of seconds to register just what it was that woke me. To realize someone was sitting next to me. The room was so dark, not even moonligh...
For years, I would seek out a new sex partner every six months or so. However, over the last year, I have become insatiable for cock. My male sex drive leaves me wanting it all the time, and, as a sissy, I don't need an erection to have a good time anymore. I can be a sissy slut whenever the opportunity arrives. Last night I found a new group on a social n...
Elena and I started out as classmates in the AI class, then became team mates on the class project. We were both super nerds, working on the Master's program in Computer Science. I was impressed with her astonishing grasp of discrete math as she was with my skills at LISP and Prolog. I found myself thinking about her long after we had finished our class proj...
Who was Ms. Mazarine? She was a quiet, focused woman. She was a handler for what was likely the most prestigious 'spy' company in the world. She could type at 120 words per minute while humming Mozart's 9th symphony in C major, and she was on a high-protein diet that lent itself almost beautifully to her physical appearance. Mazarine wasn't a shy woman,...