Chapter One – The Perfect Storm Everyone gets to a point in their life when things go out of control. Whether it was random or planned, wanted or feared, the perfect storm had occurred in Cassandra Mumford's life. Her parents had moved to a warmer climate. The boyfriend she shared an apartment with for the past year, up and left her. The temp job that she h...
Too many ironies, thought Susan, drunkenly. Too damn many ironies for one day. She reached for the bottle on her desk, but her hand went where the bottle wasn't and only succeeded in knocking it into the wastebasket. Hell with it. She folded her arms on the desk and let her head fall heavily onto them as she began to weep again. Too damn many ironie...
I had admired "Mrs. Big Tits" for over six years, ever since we moved into the neighbourhood. She was the woman across the back lane. We moved in on a Friday. Saturday was her daughter's birthday party. The pony escaped from her yard into ours, and my first glimpse of her was chasing the horse, massive mammaries trying to bounce out of a skimpy T-shirt. We...
My name is Jasmine, but everyone always called me Silva. I'd started dying my hair when I was sixteen, and three years later, I still loved the look of it. It made me look young and wild. That's what I wanted to be. I go to the gym and got tattoos as soon as I could, and I keep my hair looking perfectly maintained. Why though? Why put so much effort into...
"Oh dear, I think I will be sore for days." Agent 409 moaned as she strained against her bonds. The agent had been bound tightly after their love games. Agent 22 loved snuggling with her lovers tied up while they slept. The intimacy and security it afforded the girls was but one of the many things that drew them to their shared fetish. "I'm sorry if my play...
Author's Note: Sorry I've made you all wait for this for so long but so much has happened since '08. We had to move and there were health issues with both my husband and I, and some family problems that left writing in the background of my mind. I've been slowly returning to it, working on stories I had written and seeing what I could do with them, before go...
When I was a 19-yr. old student in a southern college I was having a tough times making ends meet and was literally a 'starving student'. My luck changed when I became a Pizza delivery boy for a fraternity buddy's dad who was told how much I was hurting financially and gave me a job with some under the table money that save my ass and turned my suffering int...
This story is a continuation of my first story, if you haven't read the first one you may miss some important details. I would like to sincerely thank Teloz for doing a wonderful job editing both my stories, I couldn't have done it without him. I have already started chapter three and it should be completed soon. I will keep them coming as long as people kee...
When I was a college senior, my good friend and roommate Gary was dating this very good-looking chick, Patty. I was not dating anyone at the time, so I accompanied them one Friday night down to the "strip," where all the bars and clubs were that catered to the university crowd. We were en route to this New Wave music club where we partied and danced from t...
It was quiet in the village marketplace today, not much business. Instead of selling their wares the merchants were chatting and gossiping amongst themselves. Arn did not like to partake in such activities, she and her son, Kraik, kept to themselves. Since it was a slow day she decided to take down their booth, disassembling the tent that provided much neede...