Note: This is going to be a series of stories told in a first person perspective by a lonely spinster woman. I felt like it would be more personal this way and that her stories would seem realistic even though they're made up. Just imagine this as one of her diary entries. I spend a lot of time thinking about how a woman like this lives her life and most oft...
You wake up with a splitting headache. Last night's drinking spree at the party was the worst choice you have made in your life "Fuck... Why do I so this to myself?..." You opened your eyes and found yourself in a room you do not recognise. As you try to get up, you realise you're tied down!What's next? Shout Try to break loose What's next? Sho...
The day before the wedding, the bride and bridesmaids find out about the slut who spent last night pleasuring their men. The jealous bitches decide to dish out some revenge, by giving that slut more than she can take. Too bad for them they don't realize just what a cum hungry whore she truly is... This awesome hotwife sequel was requested by my favori...
Corky took his white cane along for the ride, but was not using it to guide his way. He was tagging along with his sighted roommate, Harry, lightly holding his elbow, sometimes a more efficient way to travel. Harry instinctively slowed just a bit when approaching an up-curb or a down-curb, and since he was always a half step ahead of his blind roommate, Cork...
Continued from the Robin Bennett series: The Bitches Oven Ding-Dong the Bitch is Dead Saturday Arrives Robin's Christmas Holiday ***** The girls got back to school still flying high. Nikki and Carey called Brandon and thanked him over and over; they talked for almost an hour. Robin had an idea that more went on during Christmas than either one of those two...
It was a Saturday night and my wife and I had just finished dinner at a nice restaurant. My wife had a couple of glasses of wine and she was feeling buzzed. I could tell she was feeling good because she had been flirting with the waiter. We have been married seven years and every time she gets drunk, she gets very flirty. I really do not mind, since she is...
She called his number. It had been almost a year since he'd given it to her; he an attractive stranger at a party who didn't know who she was, or he probably wouldn't have pursued her in the first place. It wasn't often that Anna left her insulated world of feminism and women's groups. She had been invited by a distant friend from the S/M scene to a party an...
This is a companion piece to The Hills Are Alive... We revisit our heroine Trish as she tries to find a way to top that adventure. It isn't necessary to have read that piece, but she has a habit of being bad like this. She seeks thrill, danger and excitement. Don't judge her, at least she shares her stories. After the amazing adventure in the mountains...
Author's note: This true story is a sequel to A Night To Remember, or Forget?, which can be found among my other stories. I think you'll enjoy it more if you read them in order, but this one stands alone pretty well. I am very grateful to my good friend who shared part of her life with me. * I must have passed out from the orgasm. It was thunderous and sho...
Author's Note: The first two chapters of this story were published previously under a different account. They are being re-published here for continuity with the new chapters as they are released. Thank you for reading, and if you've already read the beginning of this story, stay tuned for the next few chapters, coming soon! This story is a romance erotica...