Ann's Revenge – the final chapter Ann and Rod arrive at the motel. Ann has lined it up and she has packed some interesting extras in her suitcase. Ann knows she is a wronged wife and wants her revenge. She has Rod exactly where she wants him, desperate for sex. For the last week he has been without any sexual relief and she has done lots of sexy things to...
Scott telephoned Trudy at home and made a date to take in the County Fair the next evening. Arriving at Trudy's the next evening, she greeted him at the door wearing a tiny, light blue, crop top that was just a narrow band of elastic material stretched across her large, firm breasts. Her midriff was bare and she had on a loose, flared micro-mini, skirt....
As Nora and her daughter sat in the cell, made more comfortable by the food and water and blankets, she finally began to think about all that had happened. From the arrest on she had been terrified and just reacting to the situation but now she really began to think about where they were. She looked over at her daughter who sat against the wall crying, not e...
//DISCLAIMER: This story (including its characters) is 100% fictional. I stood outside the door nervously. Rain pittered on my umbrella in a cyclic rhythm, as if trying to calm my nerves. On the road behind me, lines of cars crawled slowly through red lights, honking and squealing their tires every so often. The door in front of me was a small, black wooden...
"There," she thought, admiring herself in the mirror. A cross stood out proudly on her chest, executed in black, cloth tape, the arms of the adhesive crucifix covering much of her breasts, the rest extending down her sternum to her belly. She adjusted her Catholic-school skirt, and reached for the makeshift headpiece with which she completed her revealing nu...
Hi! My name's Chas. That's short for Charles. I know that a lot of you Americans say Chuck', but please don't call me that, because it really pisses me off! I'm a Londoner through and through. Born in Stepney, East London, within earshot of the church at Bow which, as the proverb goes, makes me a cockney! Stepney used to be a really tough area when I was a n...
Edited by angelicsounds That Deborah found herself alone for the Christmas holiday was nothing unusual. Her roommates often invited her to join any one of them for a nice two week break between college semesters, but she just as often turned them down. She wasn't being rude at all. She thoroughly enjoyed Marta, Ann, and Sonia. The thought, however, of curli...
Megan Fox sat in her hotel suite, alone. It was past midnight, and she'd just finished FaceTiming with her husband back home. After unsuccessfully flicking through Netflix, she sauntered out onto the balcony, overlooking the alluring glow of West Hollywood. She knew this neighborhood; she'd been here countless times to shoot movies and visit the array of c...
Steve always had a thing for maids. He doesn't know what actually turns him on, their uniform or really the person inside the dress, but when there is a maid around; Steve can never keep his eyes away from her. Back at states when he was with his parents, he had an older lady as their house maid around her late thirties. Steve can't even count the number of...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and...