We climbed in to Neil's car, a 5 series BMW, with Neil insisting that my dress be above my waist revealing my pussy and stocking tops, and inserting the handle of my hairbrush into my cunt on the journey to my house. Like a good slut, I willingly obeyed, slipping the brush hand in and out of my smooth pussy, legs wide apart and spiked heels resting on his da...
This is the final and concluding chapter to Curse You Uncle Jessie. My time has become busy of late, and I am not able to do much writing. From time to time I will write a new story, but for now, RabbitRunner91 is signing off. ************************************************ At 6:00 I placed the call, the answering machine kicked in. I hung up and called...
I almost never come home early unless it's for a good reason. I have two reasons today; one of those being to keep you on your toes, of course, the other one is to give you news. If you followed the rules, as you should always, you might have heard the car pull up, but just in case you were busy doing anything for your own sake and enjoyment and didn't hear...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Can there ever be a selfless good deed, or are all good deeds selfish in some say? Sean Kelly, an ordinary guy living in Melbourne, Australia might have some claim to the most selfless good deed apart from self-sacrifice. He agrees to take on his best friend Adam's fat, crazy, mooching, trainwreck of an older sister Zoe as a house...
---- CHAPTER 5 ---- With Serena gone, I suddenly had time by myself. Before Serena, I didn't mind that so much. I used to have lots of that. I tried to busy myself with housework. I cleaned things. I did laundry. But I couldn't stop thinking about her. I went grocery shopping. I found Jen at the checkout and got in her line. She frowned as I came up. "Yo...
"It changes people, Marcie." He continued the theme he had begun in the car as he let her in the door. "Experiencing alternate pasts changes your view point." He closed the door and took her coat, seeing her disbelief. "I know, it sounds impossible, and none of us are completely certain, but we've been running some very careful experiments and they seem to p...
The writer recommends that the reader is familiar with the first part of this story. 'Sperm Bank Artists'. All characters are beyond adult legal age, and the theme is male masturbatory humiliation at the hands of young female artists. The women artists collect ejaculate and use it for their artworks. 'Sperm Bank Artists. Part II: Olivia and Cath' coincides...
I intently stared into the bathroom mirror, my pale slender face starring back, my winter green eyes held dark bags under them, framed prefectly by my thin square glasses. My medium brown hair hung loosely around my head, my skinny body was improsioned by the stuffy school uniform of a plain grey collared shirt and tan khaki pants, I gave a slight sigh. It w...
It's evening, and I've got to the bar where I am meeting you early. I've chosen a spot well away from the door, but still visible. When you come in I want to make you walk right across the room so as many people as possible can see you. Eventually you walk in. You stop as you walk through the door and look around the room, when you see me you break into a b...
The whisky shot burned my throat and sent a buzz reeling through my head but I felt I needed it after what I'd just heard. I was at the bar of a quiet country pub chatting to the girl behind the bar. It was very quiet; besides us there was only a couple of old regulars in a booth very close to falling asleep in their cups. I was on a cycling tour and the bar...