To most people, 'saving the world' probably wouldn't be the first thing they thought of when thinking of what they would do with ghost powers - powers that allowed you to control bodies, turn invisible, and walk through walls. However, Danny Fenton was not like most people, and consequently, 'saving the world,' did become the first thing he thought of when g...
Preface- Taking a break from my "Indian Wife Gone Bad" series for a few days. Writer's block of sorts. No point in continuing the story for the heck of it, if the quality falters, right? Meanwhile, I have started on a different story. It is also a wife story, but it varies from the other series. Firstly, the wife is not really slut per se, at least not initi...
Please if you liked my story let me know, I love feedback on all that I write. Also don't forget to vote. Watch out for The Balcony (Her Story)... see what happenes when the women finally meet. The Balcony Ch. 01: His Story The phone is ringing as I walk in the front door after my morning walk. I wonder who is calling so early in the morning. When I say he...
You open the door. There she stands, wet and cold, arms crossed in front of her. You are confused, why is she here? She looks up at you. "Can I come in?" Her voice is her normal wispy whisper that turns you on, but is shaky. Not like her normal self confidence that she normally projects. You step aside and she walks in. She is soaked, way to wet to just be a...
There are two types of catholic school girls. The first is the type you see in videos who have "gone wild." They have boyfriends when they are young, experiment sexually, like to flirt and have lots of fun. The other type is the type who behaves themselves and follows the directions of their parents and teachers. This story is about the second type. I was al...
We met in a chat room late last evening. It was snowing here in New York City and no one in their right mind would be out. So I turned off the TV, got a drink, settled down in front of my computer and logged on. I made my way over to the various chat rooms and started looking around. Most of them were full of people who weren't interested in anything worthwh...
It took almost an hour for my husband Jacques to find me. I was in the slave trader's parlor, a large and beautifully decorated room with intricately patterned red carpets and plush velvet drapes. The room was decorated with oil paintings depicting the auction of naked women, and several life-sized statues of naked slave women chained on their knees or stand...
Dave hates noise. Wanting the noise to stop and wanting everything to be quiet, Dave just wanted some peace. As if her scream was meant for only him to hear and as if the woman's distant scream was amplified and played through a speaker in his ear, her scream was deafening. Assaulting his senses, Dave came to action. With the vision of a marching band and a...
He'd only seen her once since she'd been back. He figured the worst was probably over. He'd hated the way she looked then, the way she smelled. It brought all the memories rushing back to his gut. The three months she'd been gone had been both a blessing and a torture. He'd moved on. Found a girl less than a month after she'd left. Not that it was hard for h...
Chapter 3 --The End of the Tale. All parties are above the Age of 18 and willing. This is the final part of the tale of L.S. Apartment, again dedicated to a woman that needs to know that good guys exist that can be naughty at heart. * You awake the next day still wearing his t-shit and boxers. Noticing that the other side of the bed is unoccupied; you lo...