I live for feedback. ***** 1 Philippa For the umpteenth time I needed to move to get my circulation going again. I tried to stretch my legs but it's not easy in the front seat of my small car. Fuck, I thought as I snagged my tights against something beneath the steering wheel. If that was another pair ruined I would scream. I was parked facing a nondescri...
From my seat at the computer, I could move my head a little to the left and see the middle of the back yard. That's where the lounge chair was laid out flat, and that's where Samantha was laid out flat on top of it. But there was nothing flat about Sam. I took a quick peek, and noted the little bumps in the skimpy bra, where her dainty nipples were standing...
[A note on this story: BlackWatch originally appeared here in 2009, as a six chapter story titled The Man From God Only Knows. I never really considered the story finished, and the end was really a bare-bones version -- one that I have discarded completely for this final version. BlackWatch Prelude: What has come and gone In the immediate prelude to the F...
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Copyright 2008, 2009 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Time: Friday, December 21, 2018 4:05 PM EST, nine kilometers northeast of Burlington, Vermont "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Jada looked at the driver with only a tiny hope of getting her roommate to give up. Once Emily had her mind latched on an idea, she had the tenacity of a Maine lobster ho...
Chapter 1: The Story of a Sex Slave It was a rainy night as I stood in front of the doorstep. The rain was just pouring down so heavily, but I didn't care. I would strip off my clothes and dance in it right now if I wanted to. But I had to be professional. I press the small black button on the side of the door hearing the bell ring ever so loudly withi...
Author's Note: This is for all those who have told me my stories need a noir bent. Here is proof that I write modern fairy tales. I love my characters too much to do noir. To make it scarier, I edited it myself. The Cotillion The elevator wasn't moving fast enough. I watched the dull red numbers change from floor to floor, seven, eight... They seemed to be...
"I've... never showered with another girl before," Megan said uneasily. "Scrub scrub scrub!" Rebecca instructed cheerfully, taking the girl by the shoulder and turning her to face the other direction again. She needed to finish working this sopping mass of suds into Megan's hair. "Okay, yeah," Megan agreed, self-consciously squashing her breasts against he...
The trip overseas with Linda, Part 2 Wednesday "Linda, time to get up," I heard from Rachel. I looked up and Rachel was standing in the door, still naked. "I'll get her up," I said. She turned and walked off. I kissed Dawn on the shoulder a few times; she always woke up when I did that. "Emmm, what time is it?" "I have no idea. Rachel came in to get L...
Disclaimer: This story contains references to acts performed by fictional characters that might offend some readers. The author ensures that these events were written in as a story telling plot device and as an expression of the tale being told in their imagination, and hopes that the story is neither ruined for the reader nor as a whole by any references...