So here's something you guys don't know about me yet— I was born in the South. Huntsville Alabama. The 'deep south' as my momma called it. We moved up here to upstate New York when I was ten—my daddy's brother got him a job in a big factory. My southern accent's long gone. Well, I think so anyway, but some people say they can still hear it. I still use south...
"Honey, this is my coworker I told you about," - said Norton to the short fat pretty woman who came into the living room, - "remember, the one from the New Haven office?" She looked lost for a moment, then snapped out of it and laughed. She had a good laugh. It made her cheeks dimple, and there was an adorable little gap between her front teeth. I found mys...
It had been several months since the surgery and Jodi was feeling very good about her new breasts that the gang leader had decided she needed. During the initial healing period she was very disappointed because of the numbness and total lack of feeling in her new breasts. But as time went by and with the healing behind her, the sensation was now returning an...
This is a tale of some castaways. This is the real story, not the fake one you saw on television. Some of the cast look a bit different. Some look pretty much the same, at least at the start. I do not stick with the story and made up quite a bit. But it is still mostly our childhood castaways that are here for a long, long time. Eventually. This is a story...
I walked Maureen to her car. It was across the street in the parking lot of Jimmy's Steakhouse. As she was getting in, I asked, "What's going to happen when you tell Eric about tonight? Will you be safe?" "I will. Eric's an ass, but he's a nonviolent ass." "If you need me, all you have to do is call." "Thank you, that means a lot to me." I kissed Mau...
Author's notes: Warning: This story contains bisexual sex. There is both hetero sex, and bisexual sex between both women and men. If you're not into that, then kindly back out and find another story. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. I hope you enjoy it. Ratings and comments are always welcome, but please, only if you've read the story. I'd like t...
Upon a Midnight Clear... Moon dancing upon the water... Shimmering so gracefully... The Clearing of Forest Green... A bed of sweet grass to lay on.... Shadowing Oaks towering above... Branch like arms outstretched... Beckoning so ominous in the wind... Arising from beneath the waters surface... To seek whom she may devour... As she enters the Forest Cleari...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or Brittany Snow or Anna Camp or Hailee Steinfeld or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Beyonce was used to walking into a room and the whole place going silent. She used to be secretly quite proud of it, as she had wor...
My name is Joyce and my experience from my last story was about me getting gangbanged by seven soldiers at a camp I was at, This picks up after I had been back home awhile with my husband Tim and our son. My husband still does not have any idea what happen at camp with the seven men that made me there slut for four days. The thoughts of those few days are...
Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...