Traci held the invitation in her hand and read: Rob and Ann invite you to A Scripted Dinner. Saturday, February 22, 8 PM in their home. Women Wear evening attire consisting of a separate blouse and skirt, bra and panties, thigh high hose and shoes. Jewelry allowed, but nothing additional. Men A tuxedo, please. Complete with cummerbund, suspenders, and bo...
Mrs. Mower heard Principal Simmon's baritone voice. "Mrs. Mower," he said demurely, "a message for you." She stopped in the middle of the text with her husband. He set down a chic square envelope on top of her stack of math textbooks. "No pressure. We just wanted to offer a nice evening out." "We?" "Yes, Mrs. Simmon and me." His eye darted away from hers...
Tamao sat alone in her dorm room, rocking back and forth in her chair infront of the window. Nagisa was out with Shizuma again. "I'm so alone" Tamao thought as she watched the rain outside her window. The storm was getting worse, Tamao could hear the wind blowing the shutters around. The shutters banged against the window. "I hope the window g...
Author's note: This is not your typical stroke story so if that is what you seek I suggest you move on to another story. Many thanks to Angel Love for the great editing of this story. * I'm a rather average married guy living in my Scandinavian hometown. I was neither rich nor famous in any way when I married my boss' daughter. Most of the time it is OK bu...
THE invitation came in the mail on a Wednesday. It was in a cream-coloured envelope with bold sweeping red letters that spelled out our last name and address. It was mixed in with the in-coming bills and advertisements that piled up daily. I almost missed it, but then I noticed the crinkly kind of paper that the envelope was made from. I quickly opened it an...
The story so far: Doreen, a lonely, plus-sized middle-aged widow, receives an invitation from something called The Zaftig Society for what appears to be a swingers' party. She does not attend, but when the night of the party comes, she can't help thinking about it... and pleasures herself. * Doreen was in a store on the other side of town, which she had ne...
This is a work of fiction. If you find it truthful then you live a much different lifestyle than I do. My writing style, as with most writers, is evolving. You can see the differences by reading some of my previous submission. I hope you enjoy this story; but like or dislike I am always interested in your comments. Swenson Manor Chronicles: Jo Baley's Story...
A small, androgynous young man with delicate features and long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail sat quietly as the plane accelerated down the runway and lifted into the air. Atlanta was over an hour away and the first class section on this late night flight was almost deserted. It was going to be a long flight with nothing to occupy him except his own th...
To all those who read all three parts of this story before I submitted this part I am sincerely sorry. I had mistakenly left this part out. Thanks to a few readers I was made aware of this mistake and I happy to add the missing section. I hope this will never happen again. Thank you. Our first invitation arrived at the end of September. Julie spotted it fi...
[Quick note: This story relies quite heavily on the "game" mode. I strongly recommend to start a game before reading. Otherwise you might miss out on whole sentences and paragraphs, which only show up if you have raised certain stats in the game. Also, you might accidentally click on chapters which don't make any sense yet, and which would be still...