This is a story about two lonely souls who share a brief, yet profound, moment in one another's lives. It's about love—or one form of it. If you are offended by infidelity in stories, then I urge you to look elsewhere, as this story may not be for you. For this rest of you, I hope something here resonates. * Dana Abbot was tired of being jostled. Tir...
Once seated, and feeling the spunk of the pilot leak from her ass and into the fabric of the seat, Darla thought to herself, 'God, we haven't even landed on the Dark Continent, and already a dark side of me is already coming out!" She had enjoyed having her asshole sucked, first by a stranger, then by her best friend. Then, she had savored the feeling of bei...
Heart pounding and stomach in my throat, I stood in front of your door. I should not be here, this was nuts. The whole string of events that had led me to be standing here was crazy. It felt unreal. I was so nervous I was close to panic. No way, I couldn't make myself knock. Turning away from your door to leave, I caught myself. When would I ever have such...
The concrete of the tunnel is cold against the exposed skin of my ass, but my short legs barely respond after collapsing upon my meaty cheeks. The tremors in my thighs continue long after I sit down, and I have to concentrate to feel the vibrations of the approaching train in my bones. I know that all I have to do is stand, climb aboard and switch trains at...
"That's cute." I said, for maybe the fiftieth time. "Hm...no, that's cuter." I said again. I pointed to the red dress currently draped over a small black chair before me. My friend Trina looked at it and frowned. She always did this to me; she would call me over before her date, ask me to dress her, complain that she's fat, and complain about her impendi...
Here’s the second installment of Mandy and Carol’s exhibitionist adventures. I want to thank those readers who sent comments on the first story, The Exhibitionist’s Revenge. Hope you find his story enjoyable. * * * * * Carol awoke when the bright sun began shining through the bedroom window of the one bedroom apartment she was sharing with Mandy. She stret...
Author's Note: This story is based upon the TV series Dark Angel and its main characters, all of which belong to James Cameron and the FOX Network. For the purposes of this story, it has been nine months since Max escaped from Manticore and first infected Logan with the retro-virus that nearly killed him. Manticore was destroyed and Ames White has been sent...
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not Kerry Katona, as much as I would like to have certain parts of her anatomy. I have absolutely no affiliation with Kerry Katona or any other celebrity, and do not claim they act this way in real life. This is however my first attempt at a first person perspective I would love to hear some feedback. This story is contains ad...
NOTE: Misspellings of certain words when Æiristus speaks "Common" is intentional to emphasize her accent. She has a drawl akin to Middle English but this world did not experience a "Middle English" period, so the default was to spell her words out as she speaks. (For those unfamiliar with Drow, they are dark elves that are evilly aligned and were "banished"...
Ch. 12 - Le Mort D'Arthur "Unh... shit... where am I?" Dave sat up, rubbing his temples with his fingers to try and soothe his throbbing headache. Around him he saw nothing but darkness. "What happened?" "What happened?! You have ruined EVERYTHING! THAT IS WHAT HAS HAPPENED!" a voice roared. Dave sprang to his feet in time to see Igraine's incoming...