Chapter 01: Flashbacks Dear readers, Before writing When Lyssa met Joanna, I was terribly naive in the ways of sexual dominance. In doing research for the story, my eyes were opened. Sometimes in arousal; sometimes in complete horror of what some people can (and may) inflict on others in the quest for sexual gratification -in pure unadulterated lust. My...
The history behind this town barely made sense. It wasn't worth going into the minute details. All that mattered was that this town, Haven, shouldn't even exist. Not due to any laws, as previously stated, but because of the religion behind it. Now, it wasn't unheard of for a particular religious culture to dominate a town. But this religion was different. Th...
She stood on the edge of the cliff, worn rags wrapped around her larger frame. In the past she'd worn a pristine lab coat to cover her large breasts and pale skin, yet in this sand covered place they'd been worn into rags. The wind whipped by her face, covered in muck and grime like many of the people left. In the distance was a small encampment, a place she...
This is a story I have kept secret for many years. It happened when I was still a teenager and still very naive. My memory has faded some, so the story may not be completely accurate, but I will try to make it as accurate as possible. It will be up to the reader to determine what to believe and what not to believe. I hope it's enjoyed either way. *** When...
Chapter 4: Many Surprises – First Show This is the fourth segment in a series of the four promised. It has grown much larger than expected, so I've split this segment in two – first show and second show. Both movies brought out many surprises for both of us, not only sexually, but also on how we both viewed sex. The on going sexual discovery of two young lo...
This is my first attempt at a stand alone story as previous efforts have been extensions to another writer's work. As I don't have a writer's imagination I've had to rely mostly on memory. I do like to hear from readers, even the illiterate uncouth idiots who proliferate on these pages. You know who you are. * My name is Tim, I was born in 1938 so this al...
"A holiday?," you ask. "Yes, just for you. A whole month!" You flip the pages of the classy and elegant brochure and can't suppress gasping. As the young wife of a multi-billionaire, you are used to luxury, but the pictures you see are still breathtaking. The location looks beautiful, the sunsets are stunning, the resort seems to offer ev...
For almost all of his existence, Father Don Josiah led a cloistered life. From his childhood days in St. Mary's all-boys Catholic school to his ordination as a priest, his devoutly religious mother ensured that women, for him, would be only respectable ladies and nuns. They would always be fully dressed: the only female nudes he'd ever see were statues, to b...
It's been too long. I left Shelly hanging, bare-assed, with her dorm room open, waiting to make friends. How cruel. It's just that she, like yours try, has been hard at work studying. Pantless of course. *** The first week of college had been a whirlwind. The heatwave and lack of functional A/C left Shelly waking up in the morning completely dehydrated an...
Two guys most involved in one woman's life reflect on their lives with her. It is not a BTB or revenge story nor does it contain graphic sex scenes. If those are your forte, then you might consider moving on to another story. ---- Stephen: About a decade ago, I was a 6'-1", 155 lb, 5th year senior college student in electrical and computer engineering m...