Chapter 7: PUBLIC SQUARE Each of the chapters in this series may be enjoyed as standalone stories, but the events and characters are richer within the context of the whole story. ---- I woke to the bedsheets being yanked off my naked body. That was obnoxious, even for Cole. "Hey! You don't knock anymore?" "It's not in my job description," Cole said...
You wake up with a pounding headache, your throat parched; everything is dark, and you realise there is something bulky on your neck, wrists and ankles. After a while, still struggling to remember how you've come to this, you hear a sound of footsteps; as your eyes start to adapt to the darkness,you finally get a glimpse of your surroundings:What's next? A...
My parents divorced when I was 6. I was brought up by my dad, and I did not make it easy for him. I was the classic product of a broken home, as we used to say. I became a chronic bed wetter, meaning my dad had to wash all the sheets and bedclothes most days - and this was before many people had washing machines. He took them to a launderette. Why he didn'...
It was raining outside. Sandra pulled up to the house, and turned off her car. She stopped to think a moment, to gather her thoughts. Then she got out and walked up the drive way, the wind was cold and blowing, trying to lift the hem of her coat, so she hurried. She paused again when she got to the door, nervous. This was going to be her first time, and this...
The dust flew all over the desolate kingdom. In the streets of the big capital there's no one. You ride your horse, searching for a clue, something or some one that explains to you what is going on. The doors and windows close as you pass by.What's next? Freva (famous bounty hunter; female human) Brent (merciless warrior; male human) What's next? Freva (...
Shanti's breasts floated like life preservers on the surface of the tepid bath water. She turned a page with her wet fingers, and then started, for she realized that for some moments she had been listening to the ringing of the doorbell without realizing it. "Oh, shit!" she cried, standing up in the tub, the water streaming down through her growing pubic h...
The office he showed them into was large and airy, having big plate-glass windows on two sides. It was near the top of the twenty-storey building and had spectacular views over London; on a fine morning like this the Thames gleamed through the landscape like a silver serpent, distance and the sun lending it a beauty that was singularly lacking from up close....
It was the most embarrassing day of my life. I was walking down main street enjoying the sunshine. The birds were singing. The breeze was blowing. It was a beautiful spring day. As I approached the corner, I passed by a couple of beautiful girls. They smiled and said hello. As I turned the corner something just didn't seem right. The street was empty and qui...
This story is absurd, and the leading lady featured in it is dense. No woman, thankfully, is really this dense. Before reading, I'd like to extend my deepest apologies to all mental healthcare professionals, as there's loads of junk science in here. It's just a silly story. :) ***** Phillip Hammond, the clerk at the unemployment office, wasn't making Amand...
Karen watches as Aunt Claire and Jamie get it on; then disciplines Kathy. * This story will be more satisfying if you read the previous installments but that is not necessary. It does involve bodily functions, spanking, and incest, so if those things offend you, read no further. ***** Karen sat on the edge of Claire's bed as her husband Jamie lavished th...