She sat on the veranda taking in her cool, fibrous menthol cigarette with collected, thin hands. Red nails on opposite hand tapped absently on weathered end table glossed with a haze of ash. Her pinned, voluminous black hair could stand repair as silky fly-aways tossed about viciously in a fall breeze just as it were to toss blandly colored oak leaves across...
I could not sleep all night as every time I drifted off I would start into a nightmare of being abused by my Mother's bull William. I kept waking up screaming, in a cold sweat. Mid way through the night Kayla crawled into bed with me as she heard me through the wall. "What's wrong sweetie?" she asked so tenderly that I felt that she really cared. I explain...
I don't tell these stories because I'm proud of them. I only tell you these stories because I find them amusing, and maybe you will too. Moving to my small town could very well have been the worse move I've ever made in my life. Living amongst the Stepford Wives and mini vans isn't really my cup of tea. The only tea I like happens to be Long Island Iced Te...
I am trying something different with these stories. Instead of writing a single narrative, I have written 10 vignettes from a relationship. Each chapter alternates between the point of view of the two main characters and is written as if talking to the other person. In addition, I have written each chapter as a quickie; all of the stories are 1,000 words or...
Note: The piggies are her fingers. There are no animals involved with this story. *** Once upon a time ten little piggies love to play. Ten little piggies all in a row love to caress her skin. Softly and gently. Ten little piggies caress her upper limbs. Softly and gently. Softly and gently back and forth. Then ten little piggies encounter fabric. Those te...
Lynda was about 5'10" and thin. A northern European body type. But she must have inherited the genes for her ass from a distant Italian or Greek ancestor. What a set of buns! Round and plump, but not fat. In fact, each cheek was just full enough to be a perfect half moon but neither "spilled over" onto the top of her thighs. You might say her buns were a mir...
Nicole's Note: This story contains themes of messy consent, mind control, candy and trans catgirls. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Isn't that good?" the redhead cooed. "Isn't that gooood?" the blonde cooed. "Isn't that so, so, so, soooo gooood?" they echoed, bouncing the target of their questions between them. Elka moaned and squirmed, overwhelmed by the sensual ment...
"These are my old digs," George told Buster after the game. "Let me show ya around town, kiddo." "I'm kind of tired, Georgie. I just want to grab a bite to eat at the hotel and get some shuteye." "It ain't even dark yet," George spoke from the windowless visitors' locker room in Fenway. As usual, Buster put on a fresh white shirt and his grey suit coat, t...
Thanks so much everyone for the support!!! Chapter 2 Jacqueline was walking out of a bid meeting with three other top architects in her firm, and BMW's project manager Tom Levitt. She had just made the best sale ever, and Tom was impressed enough to pick her design. GQ was also renovating their building and she had gotten that project just two weeks before...
'I'd Like You To Meet My Mother' Ch. 5 'Oh baby, yes! Fuck me, please fuck me!' Jenny moaned. I couldn't reply to her as I was too busy kissing her mother, our mouths wide open, each mouth full with the other's tongue, Sandra making grunting noises partly due to the arousal caused by our kissing, and also due to the effort of supporting her daughter. You s...