A/N- Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen. If any character holds a fraction of similarities it's purely coincidental. Based off an encounter my friend told me about! Huge thanks to Gentoxic for editing this story! Truly appreciate them. ***** The day is warm. Clear blue skies with white fluffy clouds dotted here and there. It's a perfect...
Hello reader(s) – I am new to this (as of September 05) but have been encouraged to try my hand at story writing based on the feedback I have received from a number of boyfriends who have been really turned on by my stories of real life sexual adventures. I would appreciate if anyone who reads them would give me feedback to encourage me to continue or perh...
I work as a Night Dispatcher for a small Trucking Company, Not a bad job, The office is all mine for the nights, and it’s usually pretty boring. I brought a small TV/VCR combo to keep up on News or watch a Tape, even porn now and then. Around 2 AM last Sunday Morning, one of our female drivers pulled in pitching a fit about her truck. “It’s a piece of Shit,...
(There are three points of view in this story. The characters are: The Woman, The Hunter and The Camper.) THE WOMAN She struggled to catch her breath, wanting nothing more than to stop, stop just for a moment. Her legs ached, her lungs burned. She felt that she must have been running for hours and hours. Her children couldn't go much further. Maybe they co...
Chapter 5: Slave Nigella The first four chapters of my adventures with Nigella Lawson were published earlier. In the first chapter I had some daydreams after I watched her on TV. In the second chapter I first met her. Thanks to some favorable circumstances I was able to check my daydreams in reality. In the third chapter I discovered her submissive nature,...
I walked through the dimly lit parking garage and held my purse tight and close to my chest. The cold December wind burned the exposed skin of my chest and legs. I silently cursed myself for forgetting to grab my long, black wool coat this morning. The click clack of my heels was the only sound and it echoed through the concrete hallways. I glanced at my w...
The man walked down the Reeperbahn, a wide boulevard deep in the waterfront district of Hamburg, Germany, famed for the St Pauli Girl Brewery. And, presumably, for St Pauli Girls. He walked past sex shops and video stores, with a smattering of trashy lingerie stores that fronted for very inexpensive hookers - usually of the immigrant variety - thrown in for...
The bell rang overhead and Karl sighed in relief. He despised teaching the sixth year students, as none of them paid attention especially as they were moody eighteen year olds too focused on their phones. In all honesty, he was tempted to request the headmaster remove them from his schedule. As he checked his paperwork while the students filed out, he notice...
The lights weren't out yet and he was scouting a place to stand and found one near the PA at the center of the room. People were casually talking and drinking beers. He spotted an open spot and headed in. A group of young guys and girls his age was standing on his right an older group of college students to his left. It was Friday and that was one of the ma...
A big thank you to gina_b_33 for taking the time to apply her editing talents to my story. ***** I first met D via her blog. She caught my eye with her fun and inventive pictures, beauty with a sense of humour-that and a crazy fine ass, of course. We'd exchanged messages, which lead to flirting, which lead to . . . well, let's leave it at "creative sexting"...