[This is my sequel to Bigtrain's excellent story "From Girlfriend to Sex Slave", picking up from the ending of my branch. You should probably read that story first. You can find it here: https://chyoa.com/story/From-Girlfriend-to-Sex-slave.6582] It was Friday, near quitting time at the office, and I couldn’t be happier. I’d been slacking pretty har...
I would like to thank everyone who has sent me the wonderful feedback. This story is a fabrication, and as a made up story as always I want you all to know that any similarities to any actual people or events is purely coincidental. Hi it's me Holly again. I have really been enjoying re-living these events for you. So here I go delving back down memory lane...
It was boring...damn it was boring. I'd been a college professor, for God's sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a long story short, it was money. Universities don't pay assistant professors worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a cons...
Please be kind...this is my first submission ****************** I'm sitting in a Director's Chair, watching my wife and another woman, Shelley, devour each other's pussies on a large bed surrounding by lights, cameras, and a funky bass beat pumping out of a medium sized boom box stereo. My wife, Megan, and the other woman are grinding each others pussies i...
As his Fucking Machines increase in popularity, George fights for his Fanny Will our working class hero George with his steam powered Cottage defeat the aristocratic prat Lord Arthur with his crumbling Mansion.? Arthur Cleghorn sat at his magnificent dining Table in his brand new red brick Mansion entertaining the Dowager Lady Maplethorpe arguably the...
Chapter 1 of this story got mistakenly classified into BDSM but since I had intended it to take a darker turn I've left it there. Chapter 2 definitely takes a darker turn and if the feedback is good, Chapter 3 will truly belong in BDSM. Thanks for the input. --------------------------- Two days ago I'd been innocently if self-consciously living with my ste...
Pulling the covers over my shoulder and closer to my face, I try to ignore the alarm blaring in my ear. I can feel the chill before I even look at the thermometer. A frigid 30 degrees outside and I know the snow is blowing because I can hear it hitting the window as the wind howls. Lucas stirs next to me, annoyed by my alarm. I reach for it, and crawl out of...
After thinking all day of how to deal with Jeray’s note, Lisa finally decided that she would go to the roof deck at 11 p.m. that night with the hope of talking with him. She really wanted Jeray to know that he could be up there in the morning with her alone, just that they would be neighbors, not lovers. She felt awful that he had stopped using the pool, a...
This was written as a stand-alone story but I realize that there is potential for a sequel. So I will wait to hear the comments of readers before continuing. Like any other writer I love to receive feedback, good or bad. So please dear reader do let me know what you think. I also welcome e-mails about my stories or any other subject. I will do my utmost to...
Banba O'Connor wasn't your typical teenager. At seventeen, even a padded A cup bra was too big for her almost non existent tits. She stood five foot eleven. But only weighed about a hundred fifteen pounds. She had no hips and her ass was as flat as a board. Even in a two piece bikini, it was hard to tell she was a young woman unless you looked at her face....