This is Chapter 1 of a story I am calling "Worst Day, Best Night". This story is about two consenting adults who participate in the DaddyDom/babygirl dynamic. I hope you all enjoy the writing. ***** It had been the worst day ever. I work as a victim advocate, providing support for surviving family members of homicide victims. I had sat through an entire da...
Author's note: This story is based on a series of gifs from a website I'm sure everyone has heard of, but that I'm too ashamed to admit I am a regular patron of. ***** Michael Galahad was having a bad day. He had missed his bus, walked to work in the pouring rain only to pull a pink slip out of his locker at work making it the second job he had lost in ad...
It seemed unbelievable to her that it was only a month ago Becky invited her as a guest to one of these parties and now she was going be initiated as a full member. Wearing only a negligee, Stephanie stood in the middle of an open field in front of an audience of men and women from the Dogging Society, some she recognised from her last attendance and witness...
Monday night, in bed Dear V Drove in early this morning from the lake to get to my temporary job, the trial. The stately manner with which it proceeds, punctuated by long pauses, is beginning to get on my nerves. The lawyers and judges are constantly having little private conversations about what is allowable and what isn't for us delicate jurors to hear....
When I walked into the police station I noticed a lowering in the chatter from the young handsome offices in the room. A quick look around let me noticed many of the eyes were on me. Again let me say a gal with a big pair of tits, old and saggy or not will catch the eye of a guy every time. Married or not the eyes have it. I have been told I can pass for fi...
Susan and Tiffany paddled silently back to their island camp. After they dragged the canoe ashore and tied it to a small tree, they began to plan supper for their guest. Tiffany stopped and looked at Susan. "What just happened over there?" Susan smiled. "Don't ask me. I have no clue. That was so unlike me I still can't believe I just went up there and grab...
(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography, part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent. Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down. I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew great...
In their own room, Izzy and Jerome made their escape. Below Dan and Finn would see to everything and soon enough the police would be wanting Jerome, so they took advantage. As soon as he closed the door of his magnificent master bedroom they were kissing, stumbling, yanking their clothes free. When they made it to the bed he still had his pants on, open, an...
“In conclusion, ladies and gentleman of the jury, you owe it to our society to find the defendant guilty of all charges.” His footsteps echoed in the empty courtroom. He imagined the jury’s reactions as he spoke. The elderly black woman, the overweight Hispanic man…the redhead. He could see her as she listened intently to his arguments. All week long, her ey...
"So who was that boy?" Darren looked over to her from the driver's seat with waggling eyebrows. Why she was letting him drive home, well, only because she was drunker than he was. He seemed alright, he'd only had a few beers. She shrugged, now wasn't the time to be rationalizing. Now was the time to be sure that her drunken lips didn't betray her. Even durin...