It had seemed like we'd been talking on the computer forever before I first heard your voice, then forever again before we set up this meeting. I felt like I knew you and every inch of your body even though I'd never even had the opportunity to touch you lips. I took a park and ride train because the thought of being somewhere with no transportation did not...
Ultimately, it was the stab of light that tore at the veil of darkness Marguerite had chosen to draw over her consciousness. The veil that blocked out the pain. The pain of memories, the pain that wrecked her body, the pain that was barely concealed in Henry's eyes every time she regained consciousness and gazed at his face. She did not wish to confront the...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Chapter 1 Jason Breaux looked over at Rachael Thibodeaux and sighed. At the front of the classroom, Coach Dumas was droning on and on about some French King and the politics that led to the French Revolution and who cares? The scrawny eighteen year old tried to...
Kevin noticed a shop he had not seen before. 'This shop is new,' he thought as he walked in, although to look at the dust-covered contents one would have thought otherwise. "Hello," the little old man behind the counter said to him as he looked around, "are you after anything in particular?" "Not especially." "Do you like games?" "I like computer games....
My name is Natasha, not Tash, I like my name and this is my story: I am an Art student in my final year at a Glasgow University; my grades are very good and my finals are three months away. I was brought up by my single mother, who in her youth was a swinger; I also have four fathers, I was the outcome of one of her weekend romps with them. I like having fou...
Author's Note: As far as I know, this is the end of the Mike/Casey saga. It's also the longest part, but there's some sex in it! Don't worry, I wouldn't want to leave you all hard and unsatisfied~ There's some Very Unsexy meanness in the middle of this story, during the bar scene. Might want to skip that if you're made uncomfortable by that kinda stuff. Ot...
To the reader: I recently found myself waiting for a connecting flight at the San Francisco airport and grew tired of watching the parade of people going by so I started looking around for something to occupy my time. Sitting on the seat next to me was an out of town newspaper from somewhere in the upper Midwest, Cleveland, or Chicago, or Milwaukee, or some...
To continue with my true story; So here I am standing at the alter of her church with a priest and my four friends. The best man and three ushers. She is walking up the aisle in her designer wedding gown at the arm of her father. He is spending thousands upon thousands of dollars for this formal wedding and reception. My parents are spending nothing which a...
There was a collective silence in the room. All gathered had expected the word 'Master' to erupt from the Princess' lips and it seemed all were to be disappointed. The slave in question gazed forward with a remarkably stoic look that amused even Lucius, so much so that he had to work to keep his face straight and his expression foreboding. 'So be it,' he s...
I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was every bit as wonderful as I knew she would be. Obedient, naturally so, a natural. It was in her bones, she instinctively understood and obeyed the rules. Her pussy had smelt sweetly of sex, enticing me in, she had cast a spell over me. How could somebody who had allowed 40 cocks to invade her - correction as of l...