It was mid October and things were going well as usual with the Braxton's except that Trish had been having trouble sleeping so her doctor prescribed her some medications. With all the medications she is on the doctor was careful but none were going to be a guarantee and no one knew what the side effects may be. Due to her high tolerance they couldn't giv...
The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate sti...
Every day Donovan became more aware of the impact of Elle, which was the very reason he hired her, an action that had surprised even him for its high-risk and probably by some people its apparent absurdity. She'd not been engaged as a forward planner, just as a sheer visionary with no responsibilities other than to transcribe her thoughts into electronic r...
Be gentle guys. This is my first attempt at writing anything remotely sexual. Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. *** Briana Scott stood on the wide lawn of her huge home, looking at the beautiful decoration. The place looked beautiful. She smiled and told herself she was going to enjoy her eighteenth birthday bash. Briana had it all – looks, brai...
Chapter 7 -- Reversal. Sandy screamed. The second's body was spread out, ripped apart. She could have stopped it, if she had been paying attention, if she had kept hold of her magic. She was so relieved Jezebel had won she had looked away and taken a deep breath. That was all the time it took. She heard Daniel's shouted warning and looked up, and it was al...
I had no idea what I'd done wrong. Something, though, had happened after Lina kissed me and whispered 'Goodnight', and before I saw her at her car. For the life of me, though, I couldn't figure it out. So I had to contact Lina, to apologize - or to find out what the hell had happened. Unfortunately, I didn't have her phone or cell number, or her email ad...
Chapter Two The Life of the Party: Sorrel started walking forward. She turned to say something to Fletcher, but he was gone. She looked back at the party and the partiers. Everyone was having a good time. No one seemed to notice her. She was glad of it. She walked over toward the tables where the foods were laid out. Most everything had been pretty thoroug...
The sensation of her face buried in the scrunched pillows on her bed had become an all too familiar feeling for the 36 year old, happliy married, mother of two. With her hands stretched wide out to each side, and her husband's rough, meaty paws pressing down on them heavily on the crisp, freshly washed sheets, the tiny woman was powerless but to lay there, f...
Jeremy's head jerked as the bus bounced over another bump in the road. There was no way that he was going to be able to get any sleep. He pushed aside the bag that he was using for a pillow. More laughter drifted from the back of the bus. Karl had probably told another one of his retarded jokes. "Dude, how can you be sleeping when we're wasting our last day...
We had been looking forward to this weekend all week. We were going up into the mountains to camp with some friends. We'd know Patrisha and Carl for years. Carl had been the best man at our wedding and when he finally got involved in a steady relationship, Dale and I were very happy for him. Patrisha and I hit if off wonderfully. Sometimes a little too wonde...