Mary stood in position – hands and arms flat on the table. Her legs were as wide as she could get them. It was 5 o'clock – same time as yesterday. All was the same – she was dressed the same and in the same position. But it was different - her pussy was shaved and exposed. A slight breeze had picked up and because it was so hot, and all the windows were open...
Wesley looked at the hat as he pulled it down off the hat rack. It'd hung there for well over two months, the silent prayer hanging in the air that the girl he'd loaned it to would come back. But as it stood, it had been nearly three months. He ran his thumb across the buckle on the hat band and sighed, tucking the hat back into the box he'd dug it out and p...
Alice could hear that familiar clock ticking again and it was getting louder. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Every hour, every minute, every second, she could hear it. When she was in the shower, when she was biking to work, when she was trying to eat the dinner she made (meaning heating up some crappy microwave dinner) and it was especially loud when she was s...
After I had hitched the last fifteen miles (ironically, in the mail contractor's truck) and dropped my gear at my parent's place, "Hi mum and dad, I'll catch up later..." I made my way downtown to see some of my mates I had gone to school with. I was the only who had moved to the university down south, so I had a lot of hanging out to do. Also, I wanted to f...
The kitchen seems so much smaller at night. During the day, the sun fills the room. It's bursting with laughter and life, the center of a happy home. But tonight, it's empty and dark. Well, empty except for my husband and I. "How fucking could you?" he asks for what feels like the hundredth time. "I'm sorry." I sigh, again. My eyes are puffy from tears,...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? Thank you searchingforperfection for helping me edit the entire So I'm Not a Vampire? novellette. Thank you to my beta tester, Fanfare, for reading the entire Peaches series. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to work out those rough edges in the story. Thanks :) Alright,...
Dear Jack, It has been 7 days since you re-appeared in my life and slapped my face with your cum. 7 days of feeling empty because you have not been around... 7 days of not knowing if or when you will appear... 7 days of fantasising and stroking myself to memories of you; Your powerful, broad shouldered body... Your handsome face... Your overpowering...
Russ should be home any time now. He's been out snowboarding with his best friends again. I love when he does that. It makes him hot. I don't know what he fantasizes about out there on the snow; maybe someday he'll trust me enough to tell me, but just thinking about his hard body sliding freely down the slopes is enough to make me quiver deep in my belly, wa...
The kitchen was silent and brooding. No, the mood of the small room with the grease stained walls and the faint aroma of chilli powder was heavy and noiseless. The space itself was alive with a myriad of sounds; the hum of the fridge freezer, the tick, tick, tick, of the wall-clock, the occasional clicks and whirrings from the gas boiler as the timer kicked...
Bob went bounding off at full speed. Ned, too busy running to hear anything but his own pounding heart and slapping feet, was headed to the same spot. He saw a dark and quickly growing shadow and looked up just as Bob leapt, paws wide and tongue ready for a hello slobber. Before Ned could do anything, Bob knocked him onto the grassy yard of the house on the...