FRIDAY EVENING (PART 2 — THE BAR & HOME) Without a doubt, Ben and Cori had the most complex relationship of any of the group. To Chad, Cori was a fuck toy and, though they got along all right, she wouldn't consider themselves close friends —he had a girlfriend, for crying out loud. John was like a father figure Cori so desperately wanted to please and make...
Hello, dear reader! It is I, the author. It's been a generous amount of time since the last time I continued working on this currently un-released continuation of Strange Queens, and even longer since the last upload. It's been too long - I've made a ton of efforts to get back in and continue writing, but eventually it petered out. I love this series, as my...
"Jimmy, I'm home," came the expected but dreaded call. Jimmy laid waiting, as he had been for most of the afternoon, the knots tightened far past what his numbed fingers could untangle. "Hey, where are you? Get out here and help me with these damn groceries will you." Heather's voice shattered the silence. Next came the footsteps he'd been fretting about...
In the days following Irene's first evening out with the new neighbour things returned very much to normal. Oscar was feeling a little let down after the excitement of Irene's first adventure, however, he didn't feel it was his place to suggest that she repeat the experience, so he was as patient as he could manage, whilst attempting to be a perfect, attenti...
After 32 Valentines Days spent together, her mind contemplative as she thinks of something unique, something that will take his breath away as surely as the merest glimpse of him turns her to a quivering mass of aroused and wet female flesh. There is time, she grins and reaches for the phone. She spends the next three days buying and arranging her assortme...
She was sitting in a cafe in the old, dignified city, watching the counter girl placing chairs in front of a fake fireplace. When the girl was done she put small signs on the back of each in her language. She walked over to Barbra and said, in excellent English, "Please do not sit in the chairs." Barbra nodded, although wondering what that was about, and si...
This is something a little different for me. It is a May-December type relationship but a little different. It is all made up, names, boats, stories, people. None of them are real. Some of the places are real, but it is all out of my twisted mind. The people in the story are consenting adults as well. I write these for a couple reasons. First, I like explo...
I'm the sort of person the Voluntary Servitude Act of 2154 was designed to help. I built up an insurmountable debt with college loans and some bad investments. The financial panic of two years ago meant that those who were holding my debt called in my loans. I was gainfully employed but at nowhere near the level I needed to be. Before long my wages were bein...
z opened the door just as Molly got to it. "Welcome, Miss. I'm glad you could make it," the self-proclaimed slave woman said. "I was glad to get your call, z," Molly responded, smiling. "You did offer to let me observe you being trained in housecleaning by that Mistress that you told me about last time. I'm curious to see how you both interact." She saw tha...
*Hello, Oghma here! Since "The Preacher's Son" continued to get darker and heavier, I decided to write a nice fun sexual romp to blow off some steam. Don't worry, the next chapter is on its way, but I hope you enjoy this tale nonetheless. **Disclaimer; Unrealistic sizes, excessive cumshot and silliness ahead. All characters are of 18 years or older. ** *...