Clutching the scrap of paper that had been handed to me last night and wondering what the hell I was doing here I tapped three hard short knocks on the door, lamenting to the shop bought Christmas wreath that 'yes it was that time of year again'. When approached last night I had been in a terrible mood, whether this was obvious or not I have no idea, presu...
Based in part on events in the life of a friend... My name is Nancy Porter and I'm writing this journal because my therapist said it would be "crucial to my recovery" and anything that might get me out of here quicker is alright by me. Also, I'm considering writing a book about the last couple of years of my life, so maybe I can use this along with my diar...
I had been awaiting this birthday for a long time. My Mom and I had made an agreement--a verbal contract, if you will--and today was the day for her to fill her end of the bargain. Lord knows, I certainly had upheld my end. Some background is in order here. My name is Ariana Fleischer. The day we are talking about happens to be my twenty-first birthday, and...
The Devil's Turn: Anal Author's Note: This story stands alone but continues the Halloween submission "The Devil's Threeway." I did not initially intend to serialize the submission, but as it turns out, I am easily inspired by women who send me requests with risqué pictures. I have renamed the series The Devil's Turn to preserve continuity as best I can....
What a wonderful three days. Tawnee and Becky turned me every which way, but loose. I don't want to leave and the ladies want me to stay, but I promised to visit with my friends up the coast and I can't turn down their invitation any longer. Tawnee and Becky walk me out to my bike. They had washed all my clothes and even washed my bike for me. The two of th...
This is a true story. All events are accurate. Names, however, were changed. We have wonderful neighbors. . . My name is Diane. My husband of 25 years, Allen, and I lounged back in the hot tub in this sunny warm winter destination. It seemed strange to be in a hot tub in this warm place; but the water was warm, not hot. The weather was cool, and overcast....
My name is Laura and I am a good girl. I always do what my mother tells me to do. Why not? Mom is a great person. She raised me by herself after Dad ran away with a cocktail waitress. Really, a cocktail waitress, how cliché! Mom worked two jobs just to make sure I had everything a young girl needed. She even sent me money when I was in college just so I had...
This is a rather sexist story. In fact, pretty outrageously so, and that is an explicit satirical intention. If stories of this type would be offensive to you, then you shouldn't read it. It is modeled after the loving wives and brides genre available in Japanese adult videos. Otherwise enjoy! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Walter Kresky was hav...
** Author's note: All characters depicted in this story are fictional, well beyond age-of-consent, and are consenting adults. ********************************* He made a point of showing me off, displaying me. That was obviously his thing from the start. Many men at the clubs he'd take me to were allowed to not only look but touch me too. I never thought a...
After the Ball is Over. All characters are adults. ***** Rose's costume gown was black silk tulle and sheer gray chiffon that looked like wisps of smoke against her white skin. Black, glass beads and rosettes covered the gown. Her shoes were red leather, closed-toe 3-inch heels with silver buckles fastening the ankle straps. Rose's red hair was cut in a b...