Disclaimer: This isn't real, it's all a fantasy. I own nothing except the caricatures of the people involved in this story. Ariana Grande: Sibling Rivalry Codes: M/F, inc, rough, cons, anal, viol Also note: There's some homophobic and racist language in here. I am not either of those things, I have never been, nor will I ever be. Hating someone for their...
From the street one could only see rusty iron gates, a ruinous fence with intertwining ornaments of black metal and pointed pillars, which once must have belonged to a grand garden. Behind it thick shrubs grew rank in between high trees that stood so close to each other that branches and twigs interweaved. Only in winter, when all leaves had fallen to the gr...
I grew up in the country. Way in the country. The county in which I was raised was exclusively farms, big farms that stretched for miles in every direction. Our closest neighbors were just over 3 miles away. In many ways, this is ideal for children. I was forced to play with my siblings (2 older brothers, 2 younger sisters), and we were forced to be creativ...
Millie stared at her reflection in the pool of water. In the days since they'd been forced to flee, the bruise on her face had gotten darker and now it contrasted against her alabaster skin sharply. The purple and angry red around the cut on her cheek faded away to greenish and yellow, but the swelling had gone down enough that she no longer felt as if she...
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. I soundlessly pivoted around the tree and kicked the man in his back. He was propelled eight feet through the night air, slammed into an oak, slid to the ground and moved no more. Like vermin, they had infested the woods in the bucolic French countryside surrounding...
ALL characters in this story are OVER the age of 18! This story contains themes of reluctance, so if this makes you uncomfortable please do not read. Feedback is welcome and appreciated, thanks!! It's been a long time since I have posted, I am trying to get back into it. Feel free to skip ahead of the paragraphs with the "******" if you are not interested...
"This was a really stupid idea." Millie complained again, but only someone within three paces of her would've heard her. She kept her voice down, Paula knew, because in spite of the uncomfortable surroundings, the mosquitoes and oppressive heat that assailed them as their group sloshed their way through the swamp, the unending fog that made the days shorte...
Bonnie got to sleep in, so when she awakened it was Saturday afternoon and she wasn’t hung over. She reflected on the events of the prior night. She felt guilty and confused. She would have to talk to Amy today. As she thought about what to say, an image of Amy’s pussy flashed in her mind. She couldn’t help the tingles that arose in her own pussy. Bonnie fou...
Dear Raven, A knock on the apartment door one Saturday morning brought my (older) girlfriends step-kid to my front door. "I heard Ginny (Virginia nee Samantha) was crashing here." Sammy bolted to the door and hugged her stepson (18 but big for his age) around his mammoth chest. The thin as a rail babe he had with him had one of those tight tube tops over so...
CHAPTER 1 Kate Scott, a curvy brunette and associate editor of the Evening Herald and judge of the newspaper's story competition, smiled when she read the covering note attached to the thick manuscript. My name is Harry Blackwell. I submit this story as my entry in the Evening Herald's Annual Best Story Competition. I don't believe I have much chance of w...