Disclaimer: Warning this story contains scenes of Non-Consent/Reluctance, Vampires, Demons, Blood, and Violence. It may be offensive to some. Please read at your own discretion. Enjoy! -Dannygirl31 * Davik Scott James did the best he could to admire the lavish surroundings in which he found himself, despite how uncomfortable he felt about being here: Satin...
It had been thirteen days since my last outing. Thirteen days since I was forced to sit in the middle of a bukkake of dozens and dozens of men, feeling the warmth of their sticky semen drizzling down my cheeks and chin, dripping steadily onto my exposed, and now pierced, breasts before being made to clean it all off, swallowing every last drop. Thirteen days...
The Kid would never get laid at this rate. Xavier frowned from the booth where he nursed a martini intended to make him appear fun-loving. But he wasn't here to get wasted. This - watching men trying, and failing to pick up chicks was his job. One he was normally better at. His client, a stuttering and pimple-faced ginger IT geek blundered something about...
(Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. This is a continuing series of fantasies harbored since my own high school years. I welcome any and all feedback. It's why I write! Enjoy.) Chapter 06: Angie, Lisa, Stephanie, Ann Lisa Fisher put her car in park, turned off the key and turned to the teenager sit...
"Welcome to the neighborhood!" I looked over the fence to see a friendly face holding a bottle of beer. "My name's Carl. Here, have a beer." And with that gesture, a close friendship was born. Carl and Danielle welcomed me into their lives, hosting me for dinner at least once a week. I had bought the house as a way to avoid the uncertainty of a landlor...
When at last they left the Tower House together and said goodnight to Katia long dark clouds streaked across the moonlit sky. Cliff, Sarah, and Vivienne turned towards the Rose Cottage amidst the night-sounds of crickets, frogs, and the warm rustle of the trees. Sarah and Vi walked ahead of Cliff hand in hand. They were quiet now after the supper talk, and a...
I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. As a result this chapter had to be rewritten and took a little longer than I thought. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy the results. As alwa...
I chalked it up to the fact that I was almost forty that I forgot to revisit a very important and unanswered question until two days after our uninvited guests had departed: How did my fiancé know my shrink, a.k.a. Mistress Lydia? I remembered just as I got to my appointment with Dr. Pritchard that Friday, but I didn't feel comfortable asking her. That and...
Chapter 6 The next serious party in the neighborhood that we got invited to was three weeks later at Jon and Amber Brower's home. They also fit in the category I called 'Money To Burn,' so it was no surprise to find when we arrived that the party was catered and that sexily dressed waitresses displaying a lot of cleavage and leg were circulating with drinks...
Chapter 4 Some Guys Have All The Luck I lay in bed that evening, my hands behind my head, my body stretched out using every inch of the queen size mattress's length. I thought back over what had been one of the most interesting and pleasant evenings I'd ever had. Not just the excellent meal, but the company of a bright, beautiful woman. We talked. We talked...