Melissa punched in as usual for her day job, yawning in spite of the energy drinks that she guzzled to stay alert. Her other profession was an open secret, but as long as it didn't interfere with her performance at this one, none of her supervisors would take any notice of it. She was popular with many of her colleagues, after all. There were exceptions, of...
She cowered in the corner of the room, straining against the ropes that bound her hands behind her back and her ankles together. The chiffon and lace of the gown she'd been forced into rubbed against her plump thighs, the soft sounds of the material echoing in the empty chamber. Her tongue brushed against the red rubber ball in her mouth, the leather strap k...
"He's hot, that's for sure, but I hear Monica's after him too, Tiff." Celia fiddled with her chestnut hair, as she looked over at Tiffany Dorsett who stood in front of her locker reluctantly looking for her US History book. The two girls hated History class, to them it was boring and dull with one possible exception. "Monica? Monica's not going to interest...
Chapter 4 - ... And getting to like you It was frustrating to have to endure another week before being able to be with Emma again; but we kept in touch daily by phone, text and email. One thing I especially looked forward to every day was her sending me another erotic photo of herself wearing plimsolls. My special favourite was one of her wearing a pair of...
My story was going nowhere. I'd been working on it at night for several weeks, writing a page or two at a time, deleting most, keeping only a fraction of what I started with. But I was having a lot of trouble writing the female character. I just couldn't get into her mindset. I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but I was working on an adult fiction story fo...
First, let me tell you a little about myself and how I got started in Swinging. I am 5'5" tall, size 14 with long auburn hair and sparkling blue eyes. I have 36D breasts with large pink nipples. My breasts and nipples are extremely responsive to oral, manual or penile stimulation. I am still attractive at 46 though not as lush and mouthwatering as I was when...
I walked through the corridor, quietly, my wavy black hair bobbing up and down. I quietly stood outside my classroom, clutching my books. Slowly people turned up, all taller than me. I was a 5'6", meanwhile the other girls without heels were still taller than me, the shortest being 5'8". I had deep black hair and emerald eyes, along with pale skin to match...
FROM THE AUTHOR: This chapter ends the long journey of Henry Heller. After reading the comments not written by trolls, who by the way seem to mostly infect the LW category, I feel that I need to explain a key point in the series. The criticisms were that I was rehashing conversations between Henry and Darcy. The rehash occurred over ten years after the ev...
Thank you Susan for all the help editing. * Hello. My name is Samantha. I am a fairy. Well, I'm not a real fairy. There are real fairies. There is even a fairy in the garden named Samantha but I'm not her. I'm a statue of a fairy. I wasn't always a statue though. I was once a living woman. I only became a fairy after my spirit was placed in the statue whil...
Wednesdays were everyone's favourite day, including mine. It gave me a chance to show off all the sexy underwear I had bought to wear for my ex that I never got to wear anymore. Sometimes I'd go for lacy, sometimes I'd go for skimpy and sometimes I'd go for crotchless lingerie (which happened to be very popular with my co-workers). David had called a whole...