Author's Note: This story is inspired by Katy Perry and her music. It contains lesbian content. * The sun beat down hard on Katy's long blonde hair. Her pale breasts heaved with irritation. She had been at the flea market for hours trying to find the perfect outfit for the party later that night. Although frustrated, her lithe body moved gracefully from s...
This story is fiction, pure and simple. There may be characters based on real people and events but the crux of it is nothing at all. If you read this and think you know how this story really transpired, then you're an idiot, or you were there, but that doesn't mean you're not still an idiot. This story also has no real basis in fantasy either. It's what if...
Chapter 13 [We have been busy with our summer schedule and have not had the time to continue this narrative. However, due to the many emails we have received urging us to continue the story, we have decided to return to the task. And task it is. In our effort to accurately relate what happened and our feelings about it, we have revealed much more about our...
Åsvald the bookswain led a rather dull life. He awoke every day at dawn, at the call of the town crier, ate a breakfast of barley bread with butter, beans, and bacon, and then trudged down the lane, sometimes through rain and snow and hail, to his master's bookshop. There, he would sort books, shelve books, buy books, and sell books. And that was it. All da...
I turn over, my legs tangling in the sheets which are now warm from my restless sleep. My eyes land on the pile of rope on the floor and I am instantly taken back to last night. My recollection is hazy, very hazy actually, but my stomach flips as I remember some merciless punishment is due to me today, cruelly my mind has not allowed me to forget that part....
Party Games - Truth or Dare Part 4 of the Best Friends (Suzanne, Carla & Jack) series (Dedicated to my muse, J. You turn me on! xx) ***** Suzanne shut the door to Jack's office quietly and made her way back down to her room. Looking in the mirror the curvaceous redhead took in her somewhat dishevelled appearance, dilated pupils and flushed face. She was...
This story is fiction. It includes interracial, group, rough, lesbian sex. The main character is sexually used and abused much to her own enjoyment. If you don't like this kind of story, you may want to consider reading a romance novel. Bobbie immediately started shaking, whether in fear or anticipation, or both. She felt her urine running down her leg and...
Becky and Julie arrived at the club about thirty minutes early for their date with Larry and Frank and sat in the booth that had been reserved for them at the rear of the club on the second level. Julie sat nervously next to her friend Becky trying to smile as she pulled the hem of her dress down toward her knees but the only thing she was able to accomplis...
My wife has always been a bit of a prude sexually. That's not to say she only enjoys the missionary position, but very rarely is our sex life spiced up by toys or role play for example, and she also gets embarrassed at any mention of sexual fantasies (although she does like dirty talk every now and then!). At a little over 5 foot tall, my wife verges on pet...
As I approached my house I shouted, “YES” as both cars were parked in my driveway. I parked down the street and carefully walked back to the house, carefully opening and closing the old gate to set the trap for anybody entering after me before looking through the glass. Much to my joy, there was no disappointment. There they all sat, wheeling and dealing a...