Chapter 1: The Vampire, The Witch and the Coven. ———— Ana Castegarde took a deep breath and resisted the urge to scream. No good had ever come of her losing her temper, and she knew that the moment it happened she'd automatically be railroaded by one Lola Burbank, the coven's enforcer and an annoyingly confident High Priestess. Lola had joined their...
It was in the elevator that Jess really started to feel anxious. She took a deep breath as she started fidgeting with buttons on her mauve blouse and the hem of her tight black miniskirt. James noticed it right away. He looked down at her and gave her a warm, sympathetic smile. "Nervous, babe?" Jess awkwardly returned his smile. "Yeah, just a little maybe."...
Shifting her heavy backpack, Tara knocked on the door of the little house, irritated at having to be here. Her roommate was stuck in California, self-isolating with her parents until the damn pandemic ran its course. But she'd left her boyfriend's laptop in the dorm. Classes were cancelled and those students who had somewhere to go other than the dorms were...
I immediately knew I wanted the plain black sweater on the closest rack to the left. It was cut off at the belly button, but it looked warm and cozy. It clung tightly to the mannequin, the breasts noticeably perky under the fuzzy fabric and highlighting the curves inward to the hips. Tight sleeves came down about halfway to the elbow. It wasn't particularly...
Og's Blog Pt 10 Og becomes a civil servant. Part 06 More in Devonport. Author's Note: Because of the Official Secrets Act, this has to be regarded as a fictionalised account and names will be omitted or changed. Any names given will not be the names of real people. Please note that Parts 01 and 02 of Og's blog are transcripts of posts made on the Authors'...
It's a rock... in a stream. I'm looking right at the fucking painting. I see the rock. I see the stream. What I don't fucking see is a fucking metaphor for women's struggle against social inequity in 1880 France. It's a fucking rock in a stream. My struggle in art appreciation is itself a representation of my first year of college. How do you study for a c...
Chrissy handed a receipt to the elderly woman along with a bag full of Xbox games. "Thanks for coming in!" Chrissy exclaimed, "Your grandson's gonna' love those!" "Oh I'm sure he will, I just wish they weren't so violent," said the woman as she walked out of East Coast Music Movies and Games. Chrissy smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She was dressed in he...
Chapter 22: Dog Training The low light of candles flickered expectantly in Sarah's bedroom — there was high tension in the air. Sarah was impaled all the way down on Steve's giant dick as she faced Jeff calmly, wordlessly. Her expression was inscrutable. Jeff stood in the open doorway defiantly, ignoring the fact that his sounded cock was pointed straight a...
Chapter 59 -- The Slower the Better Tina was on summer break and thus back in town for a few weeks, and so we had done a titillating role-play the previous week. I had taped her shop-lifting at the supermarket and then blackmailed her to go to a hotel with me, where we had fucked profusely and peed on each other. She had pretended to be naive and inexperien...
Wise men say Only fools rush in. My first semester at college, I wasn't exactly what you'd call a wild child. I spent most of my time holed up in my room, facetiming with my high school boyfriend who was at Dartmouth. (My SAT scores didn't take me anywhere near Dartmouth, in fact they couldn't even drag me out of state. Barely phased, Greg packed up his l...