Emily stepped off the kerb Newark Liberty International. A horn blasted as a yellow cab swerved to avoid her. Shit! She was still half asleep. The eight hour flight from Edinburgh plus the time she'd spent hanging around the departure lounge had left her with little energy. She checked her phone. Three missed calls from Tony. She was supposed to be represe...
Thanks for all the great feedback on Shattering Crystal. I hope you like Part 2, but be warned there's no sex in this part, but a few surprises. And, before anybody accuses me of "not finishing", I am working on part 3. ***** I'm sure you've dropped a glass and seen it break into several pieces. Sometimes you can glue them back together, at least well enou...
I was only a freshman and everything was new. Sports was always my thing but I was attending a division I school and I could never compete. I'd always imagined that I would live in a frat house; beer pong, tons of girls, and wild weekends. Unfortunately for me, to be in a Frat you needed to be wealthy or over 21 so you could buy beer, or play a sport. My o...
I do not know why I was bothering to look for my Abaya, the traditional long sleeves ankle length Muslim dress. The chances of me staying in it once my meeting was over were slim My Hijab however would remain on. I adjusted it as I looked in the mirror, yes it would remain until one of the men wanted to deliver the final humiliation and remove it My name i...
Cont. of Latina Big Bootied Amazon and a toned, chiseled, muscular Aryan Adonis eyeing each other hotly and then disaster strikes in the form of Her Highness La Comtesse Matilda??! With purposeful steps the Comtesse walked up to the hapless Stripper and smacked a possessive palm onto his right buttcheek with such force that the frequently Femdommed Boy yelp...
This isn't quite the follow-up to an incest story I wrote six years ago. So if you've read the first part, you'll probably be disappointed that an essay on fantasy is in place of the conclusion to a brother/sister story. The e-mail I used doesn't exist anymore, so if you're pissed I won't ever know. Also, if you're irriated with the idea of this text why not...
It was six in the evening before we were ready for our dinner. We'd gotten dressed nice, as in suit and tie for me and in a dress for her. As I was waiting for her to finish putting on her final touches, she came walking into the living room, where I was watching tv once again patiently, with a plastic container holding some fabric inside in her hand. "What...
A man in a designer suit sat relaxed in his seat, he stared across the white tablecloth, over the uneaten bread at his date, who didn't seem quite as confident. They were seated in a French restaurant constructed in what seemed to be a modernized version of an art deco style, large chandeliers hung from the ornately trimmed white ceiling, Corinthian columns...
Let's start with how I met Ryan. So I won't pretend like I'm known for making the best choices, and through this series you'll most likely come to the same conclusion. Ryan is just one of many, less than admirable, choices on my road to true exploration. Thanks for coming and welcome to chapter one of my hoe phase. So we'll skip over the whole long term r...
AUTHOR'S NOTE As implied by the title, part of the storyline involves the ridesharing company, Uber. I have taken artistic license on the way Uber connects riders with drivers. As per my previous story, I've done my own editing which probably means there's little mistakes I've missed because I'm too familiar with my own words, but I hope the mistakes are n...