This story is a slow burn serial that is updated weekly. Jamie is a withdrawn college boy with a secret under his shirt while Gen gives no fucks except about Jamie, who she met at a terrible college party with shitty music and bad beer. You know the kind. ***** The Day the Silence Broke True to his word, Jamie went quiet for several days while I picked up...
Dear Diary, I have always been an avid reader. I love engaging my mind, traveling to different places, experiencing different points of views, starting and completing the journey through the eyes of beloved characters. However, I never understood the folktale of Bluebeard's wives until now. As a sheltered teenager, it seemed asinine for the wife to become...
A slow, deep burn began to incinerate Sydney's legs, the flaming heat traveling through her ass and up to the small of her back. The bar clashed back onto the rack as she finished her last rep, dark pools of sweat worn like badges of honor under her arms and the middle of her chest as the only visual indication of her hard work for the past two hours. Sydney...
DISCLAIMER: 1)This text does not, in any way, claim that a cigar, or generally smoking, is not harmful for both the smoker's health and that of those around him. Also, it does not claim that a cigar is less harmful than a normal cigarette. 2)This text was written for people who are adults and who are smoking or have decided, in their own free will, to sta...
A large bulge stuck out from Chance's pants, the young woman kneeled between his parted legs as he ran his thumb against her bottom lip. Each time she would let out a breathy sigh the feel of her breath against his hand was quite arousing. Teasing him she would stick out her tongue and gently touch his thumb. He was getting excited and right before he acted...
Terri Martin was doing the slow burn when she hit the elliptical at the gym. No, it wasn't a slow burn any more. The slow burn had happened when she'd uncovered a box in the basement of the house this morning. Hurt, anger, and jealousy where burning quite nicely at this point and had only grown in intensity on the drive to the gym where she worked out three...
He was a man who liked routine, so his punishment scenarios rarely changed. She'd kneel at the bottom edge of the bed, face down in a pillow, ass in the air, legs spread wide. It was humbling, this holes-exposed-for-punishment position, and just being in it could cause her tears to flow. He didn't mind tears, or crying, or begging -- expected them, in fact -...
Another Saturday and Beth had left to do some shopping. She had long days at work this past week so she had a lot to catch up on over the weekend. She had left me a list of stuff that needed doing and I decided I would do the outside work while it was still cool. The flower beds next to the front porch were in dire need of weeding so I got the tools I neede...
Being kissed awake is good anytime. Begin kissed awake by Kiefer the next morning was exquisite. I was not jolted awake. I was simply suddenly aware of the warm breath near the top of my head. Slowly, his lips brushed my hair, ear, neck, shoulder, forearm, and then, even more slowly, traced the now tingling path back up to my cheek. This lazy traveling up an...
The room doesn't matter. It's dark and could be anywhere. Her phone is turned off, there's no sense of time and no reason to care. The blinds are closed; a sliver of mid-day sun frames the curtain. The Do Not Disturb sign hangs from the door and the silence is occasionally broken by the faint squeak of the housekeeping cart as it trundles down the hall. Th...