Note- This is a completely fictitious tale inspired only by Bree. xxxxx Bree Olson peered around the darkened bedroom door and saw the happy couple asleep in the big bed. Hours earlier her niece Elsa had married Eddie at the West Hollywood home of the former porn star, now turned web star, and had turned in after a long day. Still mad at her aunt for sedu...
Sometimes things just happen. I lived in Chicago, but was transferred to the Bay area by my company. They paid for my wife to move with me, but that was in doubt - our relationship had been on the rocks, and though we hadn't communicated directly, it was likely she would not be joining me. So for the time being, I stayed in a residence hotel - full bar, bre...
Jayson Guerrier was born and raised in the City of Coral Gables, Florida. As the son of a Haitian immigrant father and a white mother originally from New Orleans, Louisiana, he knew all about being different. The election of Barack Obama as President of the United States was seen as a boon to mixed-race people and interracial couples as well as African Ameri...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * Devin had just turned 18 when his life changed. He was a short for a highschooler, 5'2" tall and thin. He ran track and cross-country but never placed exceptionally well at meets. He never really exceeded at anything. But the running kept him light and that was better than bein...
March 1st 2045 (Day One) Tyler Moore was eighteen years old, and his parents were away, leaving the house to himself. Had he possessed the requisite 'coolness' element at his high school, he might have been drowning in sex, drugs and crazy house parties, but unfortunately Tyler knew little of this lifestyle. Nonetheless, VR was pretty good. Like most memb...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content. * I was lucky, for a number of reasons. I had a gorgeous girlfriend, one who stood 5'3 and had a slender build but having been such a strong emotional support for me, she was much larger than that. Shelby had dark brown hair on tanned skin, piercing green eyes that were always full of l...
I sat alone in the chair, waiting for rescue, knowing that my daughter (by my first wife), nicknamed 'Peanut' and Sharona, her lover-partner would drive to my house—not my home, anymore—and, using Peanut's key, get in and rescue me. That drive would take a long time, because they were quite a few miles away. They'd get the cuffs off me easily, because the...
We had been broken up for awhile; two months. I was still going through the grieving process of losing the relationship. Even though she broke up with me, it was sort of mutual, I mean, I wanted her back, but I was smart enough to realize that it wouldn’t work out in round two either and so did she. But that didn’t mean we didn’t still care about each other....
My name is Lina Khatib and this is my chronicle of events. I am what you would call a desperate housewife and many of my friends are desperate housewives too. We live on a Mountain in the Latakia region and our town is completely Alwaite, no other sects live here. At the bottom of the mountain is a mixed Christian-Sunni town, but we've started to have proble...
Hey Dave, It's been two weeks since my last email. Before I get started, I want to offer my congratulations to you and Bonnie for three years of successful marriage. I still can't believe you didn't do anything special to celebrate the milestone. Jewelry would have been nice, you cheap bastard. A lot has happened since my last email. I'll break down th...