I stood there in the doorway as she shifted papers from one end of her desk to another, opened a new folder, and then looked up something on her laptop. She tapped her head absentmindedly and then looked searchingly at the desk. "You're wearing them, Mrs. Cole." Reaching up, she touched her glasses and smiled awkwardly. "Thank you, Mr. Kirschbaum. Please s...
Chapter 1 Kyle Whitley was getting tight. He wasn't falling down drunk yet, but he was getting there. That was why he was trying to fumble open the sliding patio door leading out to Paul and Ann's rear deck. It was a nice one, solid as a rock. They'd only had it for a couple of weeks. After having seen it earlier in the evening, Kyle was thinking of buildin...
CHAPTER ONE: SUNDAY. An unexpected meeting in the cemetery. Tim Bloomfield put a sketchbook, soft pencils, stanley knife, eraser and pens into a plastic carrier bag, walked carefully down the stairs from his flat, let himself out of his front door tucked between a pizza restaurant and an estate agent, and crossed the road under a hot June sun to the entra...
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Written by Claudia Belle, and edited by Karen Cole-Peralta. ONE It was one of those empty, Godforsaken nights. Jessica's lonely mind was on the twilight ending, and heading home to her dog. It would be another painfully bitter evening, she thought to herself. A tad bit restless. She felt, well, bitchy. Even the days had been cold, and it had been a long...
I felt a wave of pleasure shoot through me as her lips touched my right nipple... instantly as she touched me, then more as she began to kiss my right breast. Next, her right hand slid to my left breast and she slowly started to circle my nipple with her index finger. My eyes shot open and I let out a sigh – having never been awoken to anything like this....
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
{This is a multi-part story. I am finding it harder to post chapters one at a time and get them in a timely, consistent fashion so I'm posting them all at once. It's a whole story. You might want to "rest" between chapters. This is a fantasy world, no one uses the bathroom, no one gets a disease, no one gets hurt in any way they don't enjoy. It's also fictio...
I don't know how you did it, but you glorious readers managed for a moment to make A Shoulder to Cry On number one. Since I published that, two installments of this series have an award. I want to start by thanking Rodolphe for the editing. Not many people are willing to take up the task of editing a story this long. For newcomers, this is the 5th instal...
Prologue: In case this is the first of my stories you've read, there are a few things I've skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I've written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online. My name is Pepper Rodgers. I'm a 19-year-old Domme, living...