"You can breathe, right?" Jake asked. There was a slight quiver in his voice as he fastened the buckle behind Summer's head. Without the ability to speak, all Summer could do was nod her head as the ball gag gaped her mouth to the perfect extent. It stretched her lips, pushed back her tongue, and flexed her jaw, but the pain wasn't enough to seriously hurt...
There are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 21. * Sex, Susan's Saturday night 4F ritual of finding, feeling, fucking, and forgetting about men turns sour when she meets Steven. Having already scoped out the room and having spotted him from afar while sipping her drink without making eye contact...
Chapter one: Missed the train His heart sank as he rounded the corner to the sight and sounds of the last train leaving the station. He already knew that the next train home was at 6:28 the next morning. "Fuck!" He turned several times unsure of his next move. As he watched the train pull away into the distance, the black of night cut by its trailing red...
Friends: Deleted Scenes - Shower Surprise Monica and Rachel were lying together, naked in Rachel's bed after a morning of lovemaking. Monica rested her head on Rachel's shoulder. Her fingertips brushed her roommate's breast, as Rachel stroked her hair. Monica broke the silence. "You know, we have to find some way to tell Ross about us," she said softly. R...
Friends: Deleted Scenes - Choosing a Groomsman Chandler paced back and forth in the kitchen. He was fretting over Rachel's choice of Ross to be her groomsman in Phoebe's wedding that day. It was a last minute decision, and Chandler was trying to figure out how to get Rachel to change her mind. He stopped in mid-step, as she walked in. "Hi," Rachel said, no...
Like most men, I pretend to spend very little time on my looks and I tend to walk right by all the millions of cosmetics stalls in departments stores and malls. But, a few years ago a new shop at the Mall caught my eye. Well, actually it caught my nose, as the most delightful fragrances wafted out. I did my best to ignore it a few times, but finally, I was d...
"Do you know what next Saturday is?" Lara Oleski, standing in the doorway to my empty classroom. School over for the day. I look up from my desk where I am correcting papers – sophomore essays on Flannery O'Connor. Struck again by how damn nubile she is. The sweet curve of her teen-aged breasts beneath her white uniform blouse, the grey pleated skirt and h...
I had been feeling down in the dumps of late. My wife left without warning and headed to the east coast. The note she left me explained her reasons; My Dear, I don't really know what I can say to make this any easier for you or I. I have felt that things have just not been right between us and I have felt this way for some time. I know I should have talk...
"Hey, hon," my wife Phoebe - Fee - said, a little sleepily, "would you mind getting us croissants for breakfast?" It was a bright Saturday morning, and so I figured, why not? I got up, dressed, slipped out the apartment and decided that while I could go to the nearby store and get decidedly average croissants, I'd take a trip out to the one across town, add...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...