Chapter One Anna looked into the mirror and gave herself a nod of approval: the dark Porsche glasses nicely finished her disguise job. Normally, Anna didn't mind some attention, or even bucket loads of attention. In fact, she couldn't live without it for extended periods of time. But sometimes, discretion was in place. Today was one of those "undercover" d...
Megan woke up without knowing where she was. It was dark and humid and the floor felt cold and wet against her back. There was a soft light coming from the ceiling but it was different from the normal radiance of a light bulb. She looked more carefully, realizing that the light was coming from some sort of worm attached to a stone wall. Megan was in a cave!...
There are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 21. * All about sex. Susan's Saturday night 4F ritual of finding, feeling, fucking, and forgetting about men gets her through her week. Another Saturday night with Susan sitting in another bar having another drink while scoping out another room and loo...
Him: He'd been waiting for her. Sitting comfortably in his arm chair he was waiting in the living room, the only light on in the house was the bedroom light upstairs. The curtains ajar streetlights illuminated the house well enough, adding a slightly chilling glow to the rooms. He sat patiently, as he had been for the past hour and a half. It was nine pm, a...
Thank you Susan for all the help editing. * Hello. My name is Samantha. I am a fairy. Well, I'm not a real fairy. There are real fairies. There is even a fairy in the garden named Samantha but I'm not her. I'm a statue of a fairy. I wasn't always a statue though. I was once a living woman. I only became a fairy after my spirit was placed in the statue whil...
Disclaimer: This is a story of fantasy and fiction. It is not about any known situation or person. You should be 18 or older to read it. Acknowledgment: The author wishes to thank Beautiful Midnight for editing and providing support for this story. Introduction: Bob goes deeper into a loving relationship of submission and femininity as his wife gains more...
I awoke that morning with a completely different expectation of what would happen that evening. It was Thursday, mid-May, and on Saturday I had a date for prom with my year-long crush on Kari. I had heard people talking about "blow-jobs," and "head," "going down," and a bunch of other things I'd never heard of. I realized I had no idea what any of it was. It...
Chapter 03: Paul's Story This is a true story submitted to me by Paul. He sent it to me after reading Boating 2. He declined to name his country of origin. These are mostly Paul’s words, but English is not his first language. I have edited as necessary, but tried to keep as much original prose as possible. Everything started when I was 12 years old. A 16-y...
Chapter 2: The Anticipation It had been three weeks since that fateful night where Juliana and I masturbated together. Three weeks to the day, in fact, and tonight we were finally going to make our fantasies come true. Part of me could not believe how quickly things were moving, but the far bigger part of me could not imagine suffering through another day....
Vic felt across the bed and found an empty space, his brain tried to compute the situation, it was dark, it was quiet and it was lonely. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair, yawning he sat forward and stretched his arms above his head then leaned back again. "Bollocks, he mumbled and pulled the duvet aside, swung his legs out of bed and stood....