Diane was sipping her coffee, clearing the cobwebs and waiting for her toasted English muffins. The smell of burnt muffin crumbs filled the air with an invisible, not unpleasant scent. The morning sun had not yet reached that side of the house, and the kitchen was cool by summer standards. Sleep had flattened her countenance, made it ordinary, attractive but...
First up i must apologise for the long break. Life in general got in the way with a lot of dips in the bumpy road of life. This is Chapter 4 in this story. It is advisable to read the other chapters to see how this all starts. These ideas run through my head everyday. I have read many, many stories, there are some truly amazing authors here. I hope thi...
This is the last part in this series. The story will continue in the next series. The story can actually be read as stand alone but I recommend reading Pt 1-3. ***** Characters: Wonder Woman/Diana: Gal Gadot Power Girl/Kara: Julianne Hough, Imagine her like in Dirty Grandpa, but with bigger boobs like Power Girl in the comics. The Black Cock God: Myster...
Part 06: Exploration Thomas and Diane had gone to New York to empty out Diane's apartment. She was boxing up some of her things and looking at the furniture and said. "Master, that bed is worthless, the dresser a piece of junk." She shook her head. "It wouldn't survive a trip down the stairs." Thomas was piling boxes on a dolly and glanced at them. "Oh the...
Kiersten pressed the doorbell and heard a muffled chime as the ringing report echoed into the office she was stood in front of. She nervously straightened her clothing and gave her shoulder length brown hair a bit of attention as she waited for response. "Good morning, do you have an appointment?" a feminine voice called from the intercom installed into the...
5 - Uniform I slipped my foot into the first part of my only possession - my uniform. Sylphi had finished toying with me for now and had gone back to her characteristic voyeur-like observation. The material of the latex stocking slid delightfully up my synthetic skin, as if they had been made for each other, which I suppose they had. It was even more inte...
At nineteen and within two weeks of high school graduation, David was a virgin. If truth be told, he'd never seen---let alone touched---a real live, bare female breast. He'd gotten his hand just above the knee with a girl he had dated for a few weeks but she had arrested his progress by slamming her knees together and slapping his hand. He'd never gotten a...
--The beginning-- I don't care for abstract art but this artist's paintings fascinate me. The crisp lines, interflowing textures, colours, the curious, creative mind that perceives and shares what few of us see. The young woman behind the counter smiles and says, "They're not paintings. They're photos". I have to meet the artist who created these photograph...
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Daisy gulped as a supervisor told her to mount the stairs onto the stage and take her place in front of the audience for her strapping. Already the tears clouded her eyes and she had not yet even been through the broadcasting of her sentence let alone her hair cut, undressing or beating. Mr. Hamilton began, "Offences. Failure of uniform inspection - two oc...