This story contains elements of humiliation, body shaming, size comparison, size worship, and also slight reluctance. It is entirely fantasy, and as such, has little to do with reality and very little to do with the way that most people actually think, feel, or behave. Part 1 Eight months had passed since the night I'd been introduced to Karen, and no mess...
Meg O'Donnell was once the picture of sweetness and innocence. However, working in the cut-throat fashion industry for ten years does tend to tarnish one's halo a bit. Besides which, she came from a long line of witches. Surprisingly enough, the actual knack for witchery seems to be, to some extent, genetic, and in Meg's case actually skipped generations for...
This is a work of erotic fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are at least eighteen years old. Many thanks to icedragonmo3 for editing and expert advice. Any mistakes herein are because the author didn't listen. * * * Switched Chapter 4 Fresh Grounds Jessica Tawney poked her head around the corner of my sleeping cubby. "There you are. Wh...
"That's a great idea, Laura!" Angie said. "Now that you mention it, I can't believe I haven't set you up with him already. But..." The blonde paused as she sipped her tea. "I know Paul is out of town for Valentine's." "That's OK," I said, masking my disappointment with a shrug. "Maybe some other time." Angie and I were seated at our regular downtown café,...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
*Author's note: After seriously looking at just how many gorgeous women there are who are over 60 a few months ago, I'd planned to write a trilogy of stories dedicated to what I'll call 'much-older women' but forgot to mention it. I meant to share my idea when I wrote House Swap but forgot. Then I forgot again when I wrote Ticketed. So I'm finally rememberin...
It happened over breakfast, in the Marcello household in Upper Elm. And it came from Johnny's sister. Without warning, in front of their Mom, as they ate their Corn Flakes, she said, "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" That's all. "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" And she let the question hang there. They were all at the table: their mother, Johnny's yo...
Dans l'amour, il faut des larmes Dans l'amour, il faut donner Et ceux qui n'ont pas de larmes Ne pourront jamais aimer Il faut tant, et tant de larmes Pour avoir le droit d'aimer -Edith Piaf, « C'est L'Amour » Marie let her secret nickname slip by accident that night outside the pub, but she couldn't have asked for better results if she'd planned it. I...
Authors note- edit, edit, rewrite, rejected, edit, rewrite- this is my first attempt at story writing. Excuse my mistakes. All characters are over 18yrs. of age. There is a lot of sex and if you like my story, I can continue the main character's life story if you vote for more. Thanks I need a man This story is about my new life after I turned 19 years old...
***** Lust Laden Lament ***** There was something peaceful about the darkness. A cool breeze rustled the leaves that shook and shimmied above, and Tani'm could sense them all sway in the gentle wind as she settled back into darkness. Her body was weak, and her mind had taken shelter from her plight, receding back into some unknown but familiar place. The la...