Michele stepped into the shower, turning the faucet to full, and steaming hot. She always showered after a date, reveling in the heat and the stinging spray, sluicing off the smell and the taste of them. Feeling the pounding heat wash away their grasping fingers and slamming, bruising thrusts. Animals, most of them. She felt her contempt rise like bile in h...
Hi my name is Jean, or as my French old man would say, Zh-ann. I'm a nudist, and exhibitionist junky. I can't help it, been that way ever since I lived in a dorm with some privacy and then off came the clothes. Physically, I pull off an attractive androgynous look, full lips, long eyelashes and slender eyebrows, with long blond hair that I wear pulled back...
I have to get this down on paper if for no other reason than to warn people. For the people who read this I apologize for my unsteady hand and my frayed thoughts. Ahh, there's another one, I have to hold on, I have to get through this. It started with a trip to New Orleans, I had heard so much about the city and couldn't wait to cruise the back streets and...
My plan was to help Nicolle become sluttier. She desperately wants to be the filthiest whore ever. So I'm taking her to a convention at a local hotel where she's going to be the after hours entertainment. But before even meeting the men, she becomes an anal slut for the two black valet parking attendants. In this chapter Nicolle shows them how talented she c...
The little alley was always quiet, and was even more so at this hour of the early morning, after the last of the prostitutes and drug peddlers had departed. Above, the sky was a clear dark blue, already lightening on the eastern horizon. The lesser moon was just visible above the rooftops, a small, baleful, yellowish half-disc, insignificant in the pre-dawn...
Batgirl and Batman were created and are copyrighted by and are the property of DC Comics or warner bros. I forget which one; the short version is I don't own anything nor have I been paid for this story. This story was written as fan fiction only * It was bright sunny Thursday in Gotham as the lovely Barbara Gordon strolled the streets of Gotham City. Mis...
Upon walking through the door after an exhausting day at work, Craig opens the fridge door and pulls out an ice cold beer. He twists off the cap and takes a swig, then walks through his house to look for his wife. The laundry is still in the basket in front of the machine, dishes unwashed piled in the sink, and no dinner on the table. "What the hell is goi...
"And so that's all there is to it, Mr. Cooper. It's all completely free. For now, anyway." The young man smiled, his blond hair stringy, unwashed. Pimples dotted his cheeks, and he continually pushed his silver, wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. Mike doubted the guy could have been more than twenty. So this was Jon Chamberlinne, inventor extrao...
Roy looked down the stairwell into the light of the basement of his best friend's house. Not that Sam owned the house. They had known each other since elementary school, and while Roy knew Sam wasn't a bad guy, he always seemed more concerned with his experiments than getting out of his mom's house. Even now that they were in college, he hadn't even bothered...
I arrived at the bottom of the stairs of Sulihall College of Etiquette for the final time with my luggage, ready to meet my new Mistress. Nothing seemed real as I headed for the reception desk where 3 Ladies stood talking to each other, their towering high heeled silhouettes casting a shadow from the bright, unknown world outside. My mind was in a fug when I...