I still remember the first time I met Anastasia Richardson. She was tall, with dishwater blonde hair and a thin, wiry frame. Anastasia wasn't the kind of girl that could just sit on her laurels and do nothing with her life. She had goals, plans, and dreams that she wanted to see through until the end. She had stayed goal-oriented and driven until she had lan...
Jeff was speechless as he sat in the chair across from his boss. Fired? He thought everything had been going fine. Sure, he was late a few times. Okay, maybe he had missed a few too many days after a long night of partying. But fired? Well, he thought as he packed his few personal items, fuck them. This was a bullshit job anyway. He would get a better one w...
Comments are appreciated and answered. Have fun! I am in the process of redoing the old artwork (I mean, they are a few years old), so if you have already read the story, please check out the image gallery if you want to see them. "Are the preparations complete?" "Yes mother." "Hmpf. We'll see about that." The tall beauty of a...
Casey and Greg were drinking coffee at the dining table in the morning and were surprised when Jolene's bedroom door opened and Cassandra, still naked, emerged holding Jolene's hand. Casey had noticed Cassandra's car parked out front last night and just assumed she'd had too much to drink and had taken an Uber home. As soon as Cassandra spotted the couple...
This is a work of pure fiction inspired by recent discussions about lipstick, and passion and just eroticism in general. There will most likely be at least a part two because it's already churning around in my head. As always I love to hear from people both about my work and just to chat. The midnight train as it was called by most of the people who rode i...
Let's see... where was I at the end of chapter three? Oh yes: seated on a footrest wearing lingerie and my pink collar, with my eyes adjusting to the bright light now that my blindfold had been removed—and adjusting to the sight of Jude's strap-on in front of my face. "Have you ever given another guy head?" Jude asked. "No, never!" "How about getting a bl...
I had been fucked and i had loved it. I especially loved knowing that i had the female role instead of the male role, which was the normal one for me, historically. I loved being "beneath". I loved being the weaker of the two people. I loved being the repository instead of the one giving. I just loved the feelings of horniness and desire and need and then o...
With perfect penmanship her back to the students Professor Duncan wrote in script on the clean blackboard. 'Balzac: Behind every great fortune lies a crime'. Lisbeth vigorously underlined the word 'crime'. "In this case the crime is the terrible lie that women are and have been so often treated throughout the world as 2nd class citizens...Do I have to go...
It wasn't a typical visit to my mother's house on this particular day. We're both 22 now, and since my twin sister and I graduated from high school we had only seen each other a few times. We never really got along because our mother always gave her special treatment. I was always being reminded that she only wanted one child and I was the second born, so I...
Chapter Two - My Four Horny Friends Now that I remember her and recall her face and her figure in more detail, she was a good looking woman, a huge understatement, and one who haunted my dreams and fantasies for years, after our brief sexual interlude. Even now, remembering her, as I would an old, favorite teacher, I remember her with love, lust, and affec...