Olivia had a bottle of Bud Light Lime in her hand as she danced through the party, stopping to talk to some of her friends, class mates, and people that she hadn't seen since they graduated. She had come to the party with her best friend Jeana but had lost her the minute they walked in the door. Olivia made her way to the kitchen to get another beer when she...
Author note: The first three parts of Sharing Sharon were told from Frank's point of view. With this part we're switching to Sharon's viewpoint. If you aren't familiar with Sharing Sharon you really should read parts 1 thru 3 first. There's some fair bit of background there on this vivacious fictional cumslut. ***** I looked at the clock again. Five whole...
This was a recent dream I had of my girlfriend Liv. The details are hazy, so I had to make up some stuff, but most of it is accurate. I was away on vacation with some friends and I missed her. This has no connection to my other stories of her. Hope you like it. I went to bed that night feeling lonely. I had gone with 5 friends to a lake house for a week tha...
This story is a stand alone tale loosely based on a real event that happened to me in school. The epilogue ties into my "Son of a witch" series but you don't need to have read it to get this story, although it does add the potential for a sequel. If you like it please consider rating or leaving a comment. I always appreciate constructive feedback so I can im...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Asuka or Ember Moon or Kairi Sane or Liv Morgan or Naomi or Zelina Vega or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Asuka was so frustrated over what happened with Charlotte Flair. It had been bad enough that the delusional bottom...
Everyone was gathered in the church for rehearsal. Olivia was beaming; this was a day she had been dreaming about since she was a child. She looked over at her fiancé Will, smiling. Instead of returning the smile he scowled at her. She glanced around wondering what could be upsetting him. Not seeing anything out of place she went to talk to him. "I can't w...
A/N: This story is purely fantasy/fetish. I don't condone this behavior IRL nor would I engage in it. Neither should you. This type of play can be really dangerous which is why it belongs in fantasy-land only!! * Olivia was sick. Olivia had a million secrets. Olivia was addicted to attention. More specifically, she was addicted to the tender solicitousn...
Sometimes summer is more than just a season. Sometimes it's an entire world; it's lifetimes; it's emotions. In this world, these lives and these hearts, summer burns from within. *** *** *** I knew I had a problem on my hands when the sight of her painted toenails captivated me. There was plenty to catch a man's eye, no lie. But her pink nails were the fla...
Chapter 6. The Meaning of Life "What's wrong, Trace?" I asked, trying to comfort her. "Nothing" She sniffled. "Everything." Oh, man, not this sort of thing again. Shouldn't a goddess be above this sort of thing? "It's OK. Just talk to me. Let me help." I held her gently, just smelling her hair and feeling her against me. We really hadn't just been close l...
The child I carried was lost. By the time the bus reached Kinsarvik my pants were covered with blood. Dreng only managed to get me to Harald's office in time because of the town's people who made a litter and helped him carry me there. For three days Dreng, Harald and his wife, Marianne, tended to my body, ravaged by fever, and weak from the loss of blood. O...