Fifth Inning Part five of a nine part series! Probably best if you start at the start, y'know? In any case, this one's got a little light BDSM, so be warned. Everyone here is over 18. ***** It was getting late and I was still laying in bed with Kelsey - my (no doubt former) best friend's little sister. We'd just streamed her first three times back-to-b...
Author's Note: Everyone in the story is 18 or older! ***** Darryl George panted softly, sweat dripping from his arms. It was the second hour of training and he still had his summer reading to get to and it was the kind of mercilessly hot night that only the last grasps of a Californian summer could deliver. He could hear the faint sounds of his parents c...
"Your destination is on your right in 500 feet". My heart was pounding in my chest. I pulled up to the house and shut the car off, taking one last look in the rear-view mirror to make sure my make-up was perfect and my perky tits were straining to pop out of my shirt. I got out and grabbed my bag from the backseat before walking up to the house. My palms we...
It was the dim, cool night cycle in the garden where the crew lingered after mess. By the table one of the tall, antlered linangi grazed while Fathema scratched the ridge of coarse fur at its nape. The pond lapped at its banks in the dark. A little lantern flickered on the table to provide a circle of light around them. The meal cleared away, they picked at...
Many readers wanted to see more of Colin and his busty farm beauties, Janine and Kat. Sorry if it took a while, and I hope you enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Five weeks ago, the yellow cab had driven all the way from town to pick me up at the farm. After it dropped me off, all the multiple explanations had begun. First, the hotel, wh...
EDITED BY: Miriam Belle INSPIRATION BY: Simply_Cyn * I had moved out to the suburbs from the city, mostly to escape the hectic pace of the thriving metropolis. My doctor had said stress was taking a toll on me and that I should try and find new ways to relax. Simple activities that many of my associates enjoyed like tennis eluded me both in skill and in...
The place was beginning to fill up with the after- work crowd. The noise level had risen and people jostled each other at the bar, yelling out their drink orders. In a back booth a man and a woman sat across from each other, nursing their second (or was it third?) martini. Angela Rizzo was a dark haired beauty in her early 40s, but with a bitter twist to her...
I was on the run, legging it, on the toe, whatever way you looked at it I was running for my life. I wasn't fleeing a crime scene, I haven't killed anyone or robbed their bank, I was running from a woman. Mignone was her name and I met her at a party that now I wished that I hadn't gone to, and with each kilometre I put between myself and her I regretted the...
Introduction: When I wrote this it began as a lesbian love story, but two other ideas kept nagging at the back of my mind: group sex and mind control. So, this became a composite story, bringing together themes that my readers have asked for and that I enjoy, so hope you do too... ______________________ "I wish my name was Aardvark not Zabriski," she sighe...
Chapter 1 – The Surface The dream had always repeated itself with a surprising specificity. Nicole was at the bottom of a pool – the kind with those miniature tiles, mostly white with the occasional blue tile in the mix for the sake of contrast. She was never quite sitting on the bottom, just drifting, fluid like the water all around her, inches from the ti...