I feel ridiculous; underdressed and overly aware of how much glitter is on my face. "Come out," Maddy had said. "It'll be fun," Tiff had said. "It'll be good for you," Amber had added. "You have to get out of that dark dungeon of despair you've condemned yourself too," I had said to myself. So here I am. Awesome. Catching a passing reflection of myself...
Chrystal Chalice -- Who did the Malice -- Episode 2 A Short Story by Randy Gonzalez *** While I stood there looking down at the body, my friend Kitty Kleft left her theater seat and joined me on stage. As usual, Kitty wore the tightest and shortest dress she could find. Her huge boobs bounced in unison with the precise rhythm only the finest implants coul...
Chapter 37 Marisa came fully awake as she heard Hugo's voice and she pulled herself tightly against Paul in a futile gesture to get more protection against the man who had attacked her the night before. Despite her fear she kept her composure enough that she stared at him coolly and saw his sneering look as he surveyed her in Paul's arms. "Well look at you...
CHAPTER NINE. MONDAY. Tim paints and later practices boules with Paul. When he awoke, he felt that something was wrong with the bed: it felt different, harder, and did not smell of Sab. He sat up with an effort and realised that he was not in her bedroom. He staggered over to the window, where dazzling fingers of sunlight were shining in through the crack...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting humiliation and pain. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coinciden...
Chapter 2: Travel Sir holds the car door open for me. I put on my seatbelt, and stare out the window at the sprawling antebellum plantation house that has been my home for the last twelve months. I remember how intimidating it was when I arrived. The scale of it seemed exactly to match my dread and nervousness. But in the morning sun, it looks inviting and...
(Two stories precede this one. Both of them are good reading, helpful for continuity, but not necessary. OH) The sun rises in the east, which means that every morning in the paradise that is Orient Beach, St. Martin, the sun comes out of the ocean and begins its job of warming everything in its path. To sit with a fresh cup of cappuccino and feel the power...
The gaiety with which Annette danced through Joelle's open door was unsettling, to say the very least. "Happy news!" Annette chirped, throwing open Joelle's closet door. "I found you a permanent residence down on Atlantic." "I thought I was going into sober living next week?" she muttered, unable to share in Annette's enthusiasm. "Change of plans," Annet...
Thanks to whoredinarygirl for editing help. Anything screwed up is probably because I didn't listen to her. ***** The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Oscar Wilde Zoey was a Lieutenant in the Navy. She was also multi-orgasmic. It was one of her many endearing features and I loved to indulge myself in seeing how many times and in how many ways I cou...
I had been talking with a lady online for a few months; we met through one of the many social networking sites. Our relationship was strictly platonic; she was very easy to talk to and seemed very understanding. I eventually told her everything even my deepest and darkest secrets, my fetish for dressing and acting as a girl and my darkest fantasies. After a...