Phoebe smiled. "Soapy, I think I'm going to leave Nolan down there in the Kennel for another week." The now platinum blonde giggled, and her full breasts bounced a bit in the violet halter top. Soapy tried not to drool behind the counter. Damn she's looking good he thought, just like the tramps in my Narcotics Anonymous meetings. "But I thought your origina...
[This is a continuation of a series. You do not have to read any or all of the previous instalments to enjoy this one. Most chapters do include somewhat severe discipline and also deal with bodily functions. If either of those topics offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] ***** Jackson was surprised firstly to be in bed so soon a...
A really hellish threesome: A small message: The stories that I recently submitted on this website are several months old (this one too). Since then I wrote a lot more on another website where those are too. I also got help and advices from other people. I'm also going to write some more about this universe on this website since at least a few people se...
Chapter 22 -- Redemption Criminal # 98945 expected the final week of her sentence to be extremely hectic. However, because most of the issues surrounding the impending concert schedule of "Socrates' Mistresses" were settled the in the middle of June, there really was very little for her to actually do, other than make final arrangements for her sister Cindy...
He'd left it too late. His muscles burned like they'd melt the skin from his bones. Ash braced his palm against the rough brick of the shop front. That would teach him to push his body to resist its instincts. Sweat beaded his face; he gave a swift glance to check that nobody was around to witness his weakness. The street was deserted; it was the wrong end o...
~~A/N~~ This is my first submission ever, so please any CONSTRUCIVE criticism is welcomed. If you decide to leave compliments... well those are accepted to lol! This is going to start off slow for the first two or three chapters to build characters and background. So if you're looking for a quickie right of the bat sorry this isn't the story for you... unle...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
"What the...??!" The sunlight streaming through the windshield of my car had woken me up. I was sprawled out in the driver's seat of my car, the seat back fully reclined. I lifted my seat and looked around. How did I get here? And why do I have such an awful headache? My head was pounding. In a complete panic, I searched for and found my purse. My phone, c...
Author's Note: The following narrative is pure fiction. There is no connection between the church herein described and any known organized religious order. There is no such church as St. Benecine. The fact that I use certain vocabulary traditionally associated with various religions is purely coincidental and should not be taken as a slur against anyone's cu...
This is an old story that I had posted the beginning of in a couple of other places but it never got any traction. I'm posting here and will be finishing it. I hope you enjoy. * The sun had already started intruding from behind the curtains and Arden Trask knew that once again she had failed to slow the passage of the night. She was staying up later and l...