Molly pulled at the straps her of bra, trying to loosen it for the sake of her sanity. The whole thing had seemed a little tight this morning, but it was new, so Molly had just shrugged it off as an issue with the straps. One that she could correct in the bathroom at work. Still, after 15 minutes in front of the mirror and dozens of different strap lengths,...
Dear Taryn I met Melody, a 20 year old spitfire, when she and her sorority were having some sort of carwash fundraiser. You know, to benefit starving wooded owls or something. They were so hot, in their little wet tee shirts, cut offs... But when Melody approached me, her teased hair blowing in the wind, she wasn't even wearing a tee shirt, just a bikini...
Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope...
Thank you all for the feedback on the previous chapters. I've tried to incorporate the meaningful comments into the subsequent chapters. Hope you enjoy it! *********** The sun had begun peeking over the mounting by the time Istvan opened his eyes. Bella laid by his side, the rhythmic rise and fall of her sleeping chest capturing his attention with a smile....
I submitted this before the previous chapter has posted, so I have no idea how it was received. I've been travelling and as a result, I haven't been near internet nearly as often or conveniently as the wireless I'm used to. But I am still planning to finish this ASAP. Happy New Year! All feedback is welcome and appreciated! Thanks for reading, ~ewebie...
Let me first explain that I'm an alright looking guy, I've gone on a few dates and I know my way around a pussy, I just don't prefer to get attached to people because, let's face it, high school doesn't last as long as we'd like and ideally, graduation is the last time you see your friends before departing to bigger and better things. Well, we had finally em...
Sheridan Avenue runs the North Shore and makes a few twists and turns onto Lake Shore Drive. I always raced there, it was like a highway in the middle of the city. I didn't know any of the LCs and I had the Camaro and the Viper with me. To my chagrin the Viking had muscled his way in and that made four cars in three lanes. Fucking tough. I'd called at 30Gs...
Here's Chapter 3 (of 14, altogether). I really appreciate the feedback, whether by voting, commenting or by dropping me a line. Hope you like Chapter 3! ***** "I taught at the public high school in New Canaan," Zerzinski told me. "One of the few teachers at the school who could afford to live in the town. Thanks to inheritance - the only way any school t...
Dr. Maya Henderson began her first day as associate professor of sociology at Harvard University mainly moving into her private office. She was an assistant professor at American University for years but wanted to get into a true tenureship at a research university. Harvard had been complaining that not enough Black women even apply for their research positi...
Nick Larkin and I were tripping our nuts off on some really good blotter when we saw her sauntering through the crowd of revelers, most of whom were just as buzzed as we were. No doubt about it; she got some stares, even for a Mardi party. It was the Saturday before Mardi Gras in 2001. I was still single at the time, sharing a house in Mid-City with Nick,...