I was driving home from doing some work an hour away, and let my mind wander. This is a small part of what those wandering thoughts led me to write. I hope you enjoy it, and that it reaches the people I wrote it for. My first writing. Ever. please be gentle. God Bless ------------------------------- Sally was a tease and an Ice Princess, and damn proud o...
Or maybe a dance fully dressed and made up for ballet. Stretched and rehearsed to dance any male pride away. This is the fifth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to e...
This story was written from a female perspective (a difficult thing for one heavily laden with testosterone!) Constructive criticism is always welcome! And, as always, the characters within are over the age of 18. Enjoy! * While checking in a small shipment of estate jewelry, I noticed an ornate box. Done in a Hindu style, intricately carved in the top was...
This story is written for A Horse With No Game! :) ***** ____Mrs. Felicia Donner lay upon a steamer chair, beside a small table littered with empty margarita glasses, and cursed the sun. The ultraviolet penetrated her eyelids, burned its way down her optic nerves, and set the ethyl alcohol in her capillaries to a boil. She felt like her head would split i...
PART 2 As if on cue she sits up. Stretches her arms above her head and stands up. I can see that she is wearing a very short dress. Once again she stretches her arms above her head and I watch the dress rise along her thighs exposing her perfectly formed cheeks. No leggings!!! No undies!!! Looking over her shoulder she glances towards my window. I know sh...
...I started to rub my dick even harder as my eyes did a double take seeing who it was, flat on her back, in the center of the noisy group of men. It was Amanda, the tall natural blonde that I had jacked myself off to while she was throwing herself around the sandy volleyball court. Amanda was spread out on the cockeyed cushions of one of the hotel's loves...
This is the second installment of what will probably be a three-part story entitled “Late-night Encounter.” I suggest you read the first part before moving on to this one…it just makes more sense that way. ***** “Oh?” I purred. “And just what do you plan to do to me?” He didn’t speak a word—just slowly slid his hands into the elastic waistband of my pale...
It's an understatement to say my mind was completely blown after what Trish just told me and her time with Kevin. I just couldn't wrap my head around how the woman I married and fell in love with all those years ago is now a person I don't even know. There was never any indication Trish would be down this path. I guess some of it could be one does not know w...
"Not everyone gets to be the hero of the story, Gracie," her mother took the book out of her hands, closing it as she placed it down on the counter next to her. "Someone needs to be the sidekick, or the villain, or the townsfolk singing harmony in the background." Gracie cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Which one of those am I?" "None of them. You're the girl...
Sometimes, I can't believe some of the things I do. Life is funny that way. My name is Kristina LaCroix. Used to be Kristina Latreille but I changed it to LaCroix, my birth name. Long story. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I Swim competitively for my school and I am quite good at it. I'm the only Black chick on...