Sarah Louise Platt was no ordinary girl, she had just turned 18 and already in her young life she had lost her real father at a young age and had given birth to her baby daughter, Bethany, when she was only 14. Bethany was a result of her only sexual experience to date. The father of Bethany had had nothing more to do with her and had in fact died in a car a...
The rain had been relentlessly pouring from the heavens above for over a week. Luckily for me, I had the comfort of my fireplace and a warm cup of dainflower tea along with 'Following the Lion' by Franz Lundergaard. As I slowly sipped my tea from my cup, I felt a little drowsy from the warmth of the lively fire which came to life about an hour ago right afte...
Camping and Early Bondage Stories #1 ---It is true, we've had very little experience with spanking, torture, and bondage. Dollie isn't real thrilled about being a Slave and I'm not a great Master. While I agree this sort of treatment for fun, sex, and amusement can be exciting, I said I didn't believe in anyone being forced into performing sex acts, being p...
Sorry for the massive delay. Personal drama and writer's block for this particular story kind of do that... ================================================ It was a new day and they had not spoken a word to each other about what happened last night. Sira worried about what might be going through Elanna's mind, but made a point of acting like her usual se...
"Mmmmm this shower will feel good," I said to myself as I turned on the water and began undressing. The five mile jog had felt good, but my knees were a little achy. "Carrying a little too much weight," I thought as I looked into the mirror over the sink, and sucking in my stomach. The steam from the shower was billowing out toward me and I opened the door...
Her pussy was tight. I mean, even on my finger. I had snaked my hand down -- the zipper pinched the back of my wrist -- light tickle of hair between the fingertips -- the curving slope underneath. The tip of my middle finger pressed around in soft folds of flesh -- gently, so as not to make a mistake and get pushed away -- until finding the stirring wetness....
A Note From the Author: In this story I use the name "Onihime" as a sort of personification of Death, set toward the end of World War II. While the Japanese term Onihime does, literally, translate as "Demon Princess," the idea that she has some sort of connection with yuri-lesbians is purely my idea. "Yuri" is a term for stories involving love between women...
Leonore kindly declined being shown the guest room by the new waitress of the Bannered Mare. She has been here many times before and has seen quite a few faces come and go. A new waitress is nothing noteworthy, she was one herself years ago, however this one seemed odd to her. Her skin was dark as coal and in the right light her eyes seemed to almost glow wi...
This story was written from the heart, inspired by the rekindling of an lost friendship. It does not have my usual edge. The use of the word 'Daddy' is for fantasy only and in no way reflects any actual incestuous relationship. * * * * * The Reunion Jamie sat in his kitchen, studying the woman across from him. He squinted through the smoke from his pi...
The Schmidt family shivered at the terrifying orders, shouting and screaming echoing down Oranienburger Strasse. Once or twice a pistol went off. The Jewish quarter was alive with fear, the Star of David daubed on doors, the painted swastikas, street by street, every night for days. Now it was their turn, the rap on the door speaking volumes of doom. "We ha...