I hope you like the third installment in my series. If you have anything you think I can improve upon, please let me know, I appreciate your feedback and votes! Thanks, and enjoy. TheArtofSex * * * * * "Megan, five minutes 'til the bus leaves for town, we should get going," Parker called...
When the last of the coherent drunks wandered home and the basement became a den of stumbling, shambling wrecks, Indie, sweat matting his short blond hair and soaking through the back of his black t-shirt, led Paul up the unfinished wooden stairway back to the first floor of his frat house. Summer heat had chased the party underground, but in the living room...
Rebecca cursed herself under her breath as she rushed into the lecture hall, doing her best to ignore the knot in her stomach. She should have set the alarm on her phone before pulling an all-nighter getting ready for her Modern Literature final. Then she might have had time to shower and eat a little breakfast to settle her stomach. And it would have to be...
She remembered the first time they met like it was yesterday... Carrie sat at the bar alone watching her friends Matt and Eric pick up on girls. She took a big swallow of her beer and turned back to face the bar feeling like a loser. It wasn't that she was jealous; Matt and Eric were like brothers to her, it was more that she was bored of her life. She hadn...
Abby's alarm went off suddenly and she awoke with a groan... Damn. Six O'clock, already. She rolled over and hit the alarm button on her phone. She then sat up and yawning and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She looked around at the mess that was her bedroom, it was cluttered with normal 18-year old girl things; clothes, makeup, shoes, boots, accessories, a...
I don't know which I hated more, the dress or the Master. Master Donald. Master Asshole, though I'd never say that unless I wanted to sleep in my cage for a week. Which I don't – it gets cramped in there. The dress was designed to leave nothing to the imagination. Crass. Clingy on my legs and ass, except where the slit went, up the back until it almost rea...
Hi. You can call me Evelyn. There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this...
The next day Buffy woke up to the warm feeling and the gentle embrace of two strong arms around her petite waist. It brought a smile to her face that Angel was with her the whole night. Though the smile faded away and the events of Parker and what followed last night came tumbling down. The image of Parker’s face smiling at her practically gloating that he s...
[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Part 7 Chapter 1 Cranking Up for the Long Trip North "Hayden, how close are you to being ready to leave?" Parker Scott called out to her lover, Hayden Wellington, from the bedroom of Swamp Central. She and fiancé Mark had married the year before, and their union had been more wonderful than she'd imagined. One o...
Hi. You can call me Evelyn. There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this...