*Trust is a thought that lives, grows, withers and dies. We nurture it to either end* (Special thanks to SweetGasps and GingerVye for firing up this story in my mind) (Lindsay) When she knocked on the door she was worried. Cassidy hadn't been by to the gym which was so unlike her. She had been torn between calling and showing up, deciding to show up in...
*Sex is a game of the mind; the body follows along* (This is as much a story of seduction as it is of control) (The genesis of this story was the comment that someone was curious about the relationship between Cassidy and Lindsay; something I had not given much thought. To SweetGasps; I owe partial credit for this creation and I hope they like it.) (Cassi...
Sheryl needed something different in her life. She felt like sex had become boring and routine over the past six months and needed to do something about it. She had always enjoyed the thrill of a new partner or a new technique, but it seemed like that had all disappeared of late. Sheryl mentioned this to her close friend, Teddy, over coffee one afternoon. S...
This story contains foot fetishism and interracial sex. So please skip this story if either or both of these two subject matters bother you. Constructive criticism and positive feedback is always welcomed! ***** "Dammit Kevin are you going to talk to me or what?" Lindsay said, while playfully kicking her friend in the side as he focused on the t.v. screen...
Author's Note: The following story is a work of pure fiction. It is meant purely as erotic fun and offence is intended to anyone. Particularly Lindsay Lohan who I remain a big fan of. The cab waited at the red light for a few seconds and then moved on with its journey. The driver up front listened to his radio, completely oblivious that his passenger in t...
Lindsay walked into the precinct ladies room and freshened up her lipstick in the mirror. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse and gently pressed her big tits together and nodded to herself with approval. She got in the elevator and descended to the basement of the station where the holding cells were located. The six suspects were sitting on a long...
*Do you want what you need, or need what you want* (The previous afternoon) Cecelia turned in her restraints as she heard Cassidy enter the room. She gave a slight murmur when she saw that Cassidy with a large black bag and a glass of wine. Cassidy sat down on the bed next to her and pulled her panties out of her mouth. Cecelia struggled to form words wi...
Author Note: This is the first part of what I plan on making a multi-part series. Please enjoy. * Mark picked up his phone bleary-eyed on Monday morning to find his screen filled with texts from Brittany. Her enthusiasm, while generally very helpful, can sometimes be more than a little exhausting. From a quick glance, Mark could tell her enthusiasm was alr...
My slave emmy and I cuddled happily with movie star Lindsay Lohan. We had met her at the Empire State Building on this, her 18th birthday. Her boyfriend and she had been fighting, and when emmy and I befriended her, she rewarded us with a trip to the 37th Floor of this posh Park Avenue hotel. First, I made Lindsay a woman, then emmy and I made her a bisexual...
Chapter 2. "First" "When I was younger, I liked these to be slightly toasted, but now that I'm older, I like 'em... charred." "You obviously have a thing for flaming balls." Bella's laughter, sweet and melodious as it was to Jason's appreciative ears, filled the late morning air all around them. A rare, precious gem, his bride was brimming with spirit - u...