This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over. This is all new to me, so I have no idea where to start. I guess the beginning is as good as any place. Of course I do not mean the very beginning, after all I do not remember anything before I was about three or four. My name is Dora Walker. Currently I am 18 years old and at least...
Imagine walking in on the star quarterback while he is changing, his big ego clearly compensating for the tiny friend between his legs, and he squeals out of embarrassment of his little secret being caught by the hottest girl in school. Imagine the big know-it-all stuck up nerd bragging about how smart he is and being the top off his class, only to have shor...
Foreword This is not a story that will suit many of you. I therefore urge you not to read it, unless you are one of the very few people in the world who enjoy the extreme humiliation of young men at the hands of women. This story, along with others I have written, has no redeeming features for the uninitiated. So I beg you, don't read it. Don't vote and don...
Since he was 12 David Whipple had kept a journal of each day's activities. He sometimes missed days, as much as two weeks, and sometimes filled in nothing but a date with no content, but he often filled in gaps and always kept it up. He had filled almost two dozen composition books and a couple of thicker hard bound blank books he had received as gifts. Ext...
This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. ***** On the first floor of the school, Scott Olson was heading to Mr. Turner's classroom. In his hand, he had Malcolm Jackson's homework on the history of Samuel Duval, an important black man in the French royal court during the early 17th century. A paper Scott had...
James was an incoming freshman to Bellvere College, a well-reputed but very secretive college situated right in the middle of a mountain range. The college's owner was known to be a multi-billionaire who handpicked a small number of students every year for entrance into the school. Not much information could be found about it, but it was known for being a sc...
Author's Note- this story is a work of fiction. All the characters are eighteen or older unless noted otherwise. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex, incest, interracial sex, gay sex, forced feminization, abuse, and rough sex. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. - ***** SMACK! My cheek stings from the big black te...
Meg had charisma. I was smitten with her as soon as we met. Having run away from my clingy girlfriend Misty in California, I finally wrote Misty a letter to say I was through with her and not to write me back. Misty promptly got drunk, called all my best friends, and wanted to know what had gotten into me, since I wasn't returning calls. I was following my b...
My name is Kay. I am a single divorced mother, 44 years old, who lives with her son in a two-bedroom garden apartment a small city in Pennsylvania. My husband flew the coop about three years ago. I work at a Real Estate Office, so I am making decent money with the real estate booming in the last few years. I am petite, about five ft. two, with short blond ha...
Miss Singh was awful quiet that Friday afternoon. She sat behind her desk, looked down at the papers she was supposed to be grading, but her hands were not moving. She looked to be a far away planet and rules of this world no longer were intended for her. Outside the afternoon was bright and sunny. This was the hottest summer in years. The beaches were pack...