This story is a direct continuation from Michelle's New Profession, Ch 4. My thanks to Shygirlwhore for her excellent editing assistance. ***** Have you ever had a single, innocuous sentence spoken that forever changed your life? I spoke such a sentence two years ago when I asked Michelle, "Honey would you mind reading this?" I'm referring to that New Yea...
Author's Note: I originally posted this story under the name zeke81. Time has passed and I've had several suggestions about improving this story so I am submitting this revised version. Please feel free to read the version posted under zeke81 and let me know which version you think is better. ZENDO_ARGOS ------------------------------------------ It had b...
Disclaimer: I have tried to make sure my historical information is correct and I'd like to think I haven't offended any Native Americans peoples with the telling of this tale. I am 1/8th Cherokee and am proud of that heritage. I'm not trying to show any Native Americans in a bad light... that is not my intention. Author's Note: The English-Cheyenne word tra...
Hey, this is a story that takes place in a different universe than the other ones. In this universe, I live in an apartment close to my university that I study in, and I have this next door neighbor that suddenly became a constant tease. It was a normal Friday night, one of those I spend at home watching TV and relaxing from daily stress. I had caught my fa...
Note: This story is the eighth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend tha...
Disclaimer: I have tried to make sure my historical information is correct and I’d like to think I haven’t offended any Native Americans peoples with the telling of this tale. I am 1/8th Cherokee and am proud of that heritage. I’m not trying to show any Native Americans in a bad light… that is not my intention. Author’s Note: The English-Cheyenne word trans...
Nick slipped out of Becca's bed, careful not to wake her. He studied her sleeping form for a moment, wondering if last night had been a mistake. He knew she'd really been too drunk for it- but she'd said she wanted him- her body definitely had, but he didn't know that she'd even remember what had happened. He knew he should have said no, but he'd wanted her...
*********** TRI GAM *********** Five and half hours of sleep was not anywhere as much sleep as Jessa needed. Not on a good night, and definitely not on a night like the night before. But yet, five and half hours of sleep was all that she was going to get that particular night. Someone was shaking her awake, and as she opened her eyes, she was a little s...
It was done. She'd put her hands around to her back to unclasp her bra but then she'd stopped and come over and pulled her drapes shut. I know she didn't see me. I had my lights off and my window was just one of a whole bank of them in a high rise across a city street canyon from her high rise. She did this nearly every evening. First the uniform and then th...
It was on a Sunday night. A night when, usually, the City of Angels is alive and well. When all walks of life are intertwined as one; and the night seems to last forever. This would have been a night like that had it not been for the most anticipated World Heavyweight Championship fight to have ever been recorded! It was the night two friends became enemies;...