Chapter 2 - News Disclaimer: This is the second chapter of what will be a mid-long series. In order to understand this chapter, you will need to read chapter 1. All characters are 18 or older. No sex here either! If you feel susceptible to my story, the possible racist attitudes, mention of abuse either physical or mental or the fact that the main story de...
The following is a work of fiction: All of the people, places, and events depicted are merely figments of the authors' warped imaginations. Since it's our imaginations, we imagine that all of the fictional characters are of legal age, and all of their fictional activities are legal in their fictional jurisdiction. In fact, we further imagine that Plato was c...
Sir, I-I invited you here t-to do something special. At least it's special to me and I hope it will be special to you. I've thought about it a lot because it's something th-that I've never done before a-and I wanted to explain to you how special it is for me. I-I want to open myself up to you, i-in the most intimate way that I can a-as a woman. I-I want to g...
March 2022 Tuesday March 1st I was back in the office yesterday but I didn't get the chance to get down to the phone box yesterday or today. I'm sure Cara will want to hear about the papers I found in the dormitory but I can't take any risks. Wednesday March 2nd I got fired! This morning, Lucy called me into her office. I was expecting some sort of...
Wyxt leans against the stairs, massive, silk-clad breasts hanging over the edge of the staircase, one elbow on the banister and her chin in hand as she peers at the room down below from the faint shadow of that dragon snout helm. Peering at Varrain, and then Throk fondly, Wyxt speaks up to the three men in the bar, the gnoll included. "I owe th' lot o' ye f'...
The next morning at breakfast I realized I had miscalculated my arrival in Cork. The tour agenda that day was to visit a hurl maker and learn the rules of hurling -- one of the two truly Irish sports (the other being Gaelic football). The rest of the day would be ours to explore Kilkenny. It wouldn't be until the following day that we would arrive in Cork. I...
6. What a night. What a girl. What a performance. What the fuck happened there? What now? What the fuck was that? Questions, questions. She is so gorgeous, so funny, so wild, so mental... mate, this could be it, and what do you do? Yes, I'm talking to you Little John, asshole, leaving me in the lurch like that... It was bound to happen... some day, but last...
Veespering to the Professor 1. ProfessorXxX: I have a lot of fantasies, but you are halfway around the world. Veesper: Well... one day, perhaps. ProfessorXxX: Perhaps. He could feel his heart beat faster as he slowly turned his attention away from the dim light of his laptop. He has been chatting with Veesper for quite a while now and this was the first...
My name is Paul, and I'm a twenty-year old student who's attending Waterloo University in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada. I'd never been very good around women, my confidence around women being nil. The reason for that was because of my disability. I have a birth defect known as Spina Bifida. It basically means that I'm paralyzed from the waist down. Not exactly...
"Close the door," you order and wait until the knave turns toward you. "Usually, I would ask my maids this favor...," you start before making a pregnant pause. "... but in this case, it isn't possible," you continue, lowering your eyes. "The... it's just impossible...," you sigh and turn your back on him. After waiting...