My blood pressure has dropped and I am feeling rather light headed because of it. I am sat on the bottom few steps at church round by the small meeting room. Whenever I try standing my head spins and my vision clouds over, so I just sit there. After a while, the door to the main hall opens and Luke walks out. He looks at me and says, "Are you ok? Why are yo...
*This is a work of pure fiction. All characters are over 18.* Living alone has brought some freedoms that I didn't have while married. I could walk around the house naked, leave the toilet seat up, and jerk off whenever I got horny. While I was married, the intimacy train left the station about 5 years before we pulled the plug, granted even when we were "i...
The Predator walked over to one of the stalls and grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and then strolled over to the ottoman. He looked at the transvestite whore lying there, her lovely blonde bob and white nylon blouse were covered in the biker's semen, her stockinged thighs spread wide crudely displaying her red nylon panties soaked in her...
Prologue: Part 2 and ending to the previously published "Teresa's triple delight". And while it's never necessary, it would be best to read the first part prior to if you haven't already. As always, comments are welcome if they are constructive. ***** Before Walter continued describing the events which took place the previous night with Bill, Rodger, Te...
I stepped through the front door, dropping my purse on the stairs, and headed for the kitchen to brew some coffee. It had been a long, ugly day. "Hi sweetie. How was your day?" "Ugh. I don't want to talk about it." "That good huh?" Mike said, laughing. "You keep that sarcasm up, and I'll kick your ass. Boyfriend or not." I replied with a smile. "Aww...
Hello, lovelies! This is my first attempt at writing a series, though I'm not planning on it being too long. Maybe. I've got a few things already written but I'll be making it up as I go so there won't be any strict publishing schedule. >.< Notes: Italics are used for emphasis and things happening in someone's head. As the tags state, there are eleme...
This is my first attempt at writing a story, thanks goes to my proof reader, PD. I wish to identify myself as the author, including any Copyright entitlements. Both parties are over 18. Any feedback would be welcomed.... * Patty is a 31 year old woman, 5'6 tall, with long blonde hair down to her shoulder blades. She is also my boss. Me? I'm 6'0, 44 years...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school for the daughters of rather well off parents. I teach a final year class of eighteen to nearly nineteen year old girls, all seeming to want to outdo each other in showing off their wares in the shortest skirts and the tightest, thinnest blouses scho...
Hey hey hey, how goes it you bunch of fucking perverts, gaping assholes, taint sniffers, jerkoffs, jizz guzzlers, pussy munchers, piss drinkers, hopeless romantics, total losers, happy boozers and jacuzzi users... Here's the deal. The gist as it were. A little background to get everyone up to speed. Let's call me Carol. I like Carol. It reminds me of Christ...
She tapped her short-trimmed nails impatiently on the edge of her tablet, glanced at the clock, then around the room. It was a small space, bare, and white -- just like everywhere else. Everything was white here, everything made from the ubiquitous milk-white resin. There were eight in her study group, all focused on their tablets, some sitting erect and s...