A dashing, well-dressed, incredibly handsome young man steps into the frame. A faint hint of amusement lies beneath his serious expression. This unbelievably (as in 'wow, much handsome such suave' rather than 'I absolutely don't buy this for a moment, you hack') handsome young man, who may or may not be the author addresses the reader. "Good evening, ladies...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** There was only one other car in the parking lot when I arrived for my appointment. As usual, the office lights were on, but the large glass doors were locked. While bouncing on my toes, I gingerly tapped on the door and waited impatiently. I didn't wait long, from down a hallway,...
Mark was very nervous as they parked the car in the mall parking lot. It was a very cold evening as the sun was getting ready to set. He had always thought about being publicly humiliated, and found the thought so exciting, but as they pulled in and parked the car, the excitement of the fantasy became a fear of reality. Mark looked at Cindy as she shut off...
Sonia sighed, keeping her eyes on her magazine. "No, really," Maya said from the floor. "What if magic were real?" Sonia looked at her best friend, sitting at her feet, painting her toenails. Maya got it a lot worse in school than she did, but that wasn't enough of a reason to make things up. "Quit being such a kid." Sonia tapped Maya's shoulder with one...
"I've invited my friend Denise over for dinner tonight," Mistress Sharon informed me. "We used to work together at a bridal salon many years ago." "OK, sounds good to me," I replied. "I haven't seen her in a long time. You'll really like her." Later in the day, when it came time to start the dinner preparations, I made the salad and set the table. Mistres...
At the end of my senior year of high school, I had just turned 18 and was looking to have some fun with all the upcoming parties. I had just quit my part time job after I paid off my car and had plenty of time to spare. Because I was young looking, it was not until my senior year that I got invited to parties. Even now I was told that I looked only 15 or 16....
Jaelyn sat painting her toenails a bright, fiery red. She'd begun drowning out Adrianna's chatter twenty minutes ago and was deep in her own thoughts. "Did you hear what I just said?" asked Adrianna incredulously. She couldn't believe that Jaelyn was being so...un-Jaelyn. She was supposed to be the patient and attentive one; she was always there to listen t...
Painted toenails always make me horny. There is just something about women and painted toenails. I don't have a foot fetish; I'm not really attracted to feet or legs. But I just love painted toenails. The red painted toenails belonged to my wife's goddaughter and she strolled into the back yard and sat down onto the lounge. Let me back up a bit. I was in t...
Chapter Eight "Degrees of Evil" Written by Rikki: It was early the next morning and there was much to be done today. It would require a lot of initial exposure in public for Dexter in some sort of female attire and he wasn't ready for this. "Dexter please put the dress on honey. You know you have to do this," his mother said handing him the simple light...
Chronicle 33 EUREKA! "Hey, baby. How was work today?" she asks. "Disasterous!" Dr. Nasty Mothafucka answers. "I was swamped with acquisitions." In a Panama hat, Italian gator shoes, a silk button-up, and slacks, he's way past cool. He's cold. Ice cold. Cold with a 'k', like the ice cubes in a glass of sweet tea on that steamy Southern Indian summer Augus...