The old house on River Road creaked and groaned loudly, almost as if its elderly bones hurt. Nobody heard the sounds because the house was empty and had been since the last owners abandoned it in 1924. The grass had been taken over by straw grass and weeds. The bushes were over grown and scrapped against the clapboard siding. The screen door hung askew by on...
Sandy had just turned 18 but to look at her one would think she was younger. She was a very pretty girl with a nice figure and wore her hair in two blonde pigtails. She had slight freckles on her cheeks with big blue eyes that captivated the attention of everyone that saw her. Small in stature at 5'-0" and weighing about 95 lbs added to her very young appear...
I woke up in a daze, on a carpeted floor in what appeared to be somebody's house. I noticed a chain attached to a nearby wall, which lead up to my neck. I felt with my hands that the chain attached to what felt like a metal collar on my neck. I immediately panicked and started tugging at the chain, trying to free myself from these mysterious bonds. Alas, I o...
She used to be Sue. But at age 19 she re-spelled it Sioux, French for Cut-throat. Sioux was punk. Her job at the Sex Store was all she needed. It didn't pay much, but she didn't spend much. She enjoyed watching the people from the raised platform behind the counter. They were funny. The nervous, laughing couples looking at sexy costumes and underwear. The...
Part 1 - the girls are mown The sun had been sweltering all day and even as the shadows lengthened there seemed no let up in the heat. Danielle had been waiting for what seemed hours for her friend. The sweat dripped down her, running from her neck into her dress and seemingly out again from below the hem. It was not really the same trickle, after all there...
A Creekside Park Story Author's Note: This short story takes place in a fictional setting and contains elements of racism, including words that could potentially be offensive. Readers that are sensitive to this sort of material are advised to look elsewhere. Otherwise, please enjoy. * In the depths of Louisiana, in a place called Jefferson Parish, the Cre...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. ***** UNDER THE OLD OAK TREE They finally arrived at the church. Everyone was seated and the service had begun as Jocelyn shuffled do...
"Ok girls, we just want you to walk to the end of the hallway and back," Mist told them. "You're in no hurry. Just a casual stroll." A woman a little older than Orchid and her Sister, who hadn't been introduced or said a word, began playing a slow, soft tune on a pianoforte. The girls followed each other down the hall, dressed in their new, very tight slack...
What a strange day that had been! It was almost surreal; Wendy, and Roger, for that matter, acting in such an overtly sexual way in my presence. Well, they weren't when we were in the car, because they had no idea I wasn't asleep when she was going down on him, but still... Maybe they'd always been like that and I'd never noticed? Whatever, as odd a day as i...
Dhea was a beautiful 26 year old Asian woman from Java. For those who don't know where that is, it's in the Pacific Ocean near China. She was small as are almost all women from that area of the world. Raised by her mother, Dhea was taught at an early age to be very proper and sub-servant to her husband when she got one. But, most of these ladies are like t...