Michael LaCombe sat glumly in the office and waited as Tony Clark looked at the computer screen. Finally the tall man swiveled in his chair and looked at Michael. "I am sorry, Mr. LaCombe," he said. "You've already refinanced the house four months ago, for..." Tony Clark looked at the screen again. "Sixty four thousand, nearly the full amount of the appra...
Part Three RULES OF THE GAME Where Vivian's mother lays out exactly what she expects from her son if he wants to keep her onside and help him to achieve his dream. Vivian went into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was whistling, there was a spring in his step. "You've been ages... hello, what's this?" His mother indicated the towel....
introduction various futanari girls go about their daily lives. out of fear of ridicule (though to some perhaps there is no reason to fear and they are just being paranoid) they hope to keep their futanari selves a secret. one day however events occur that result in them going commando these events can voluntary or forced upon them. however without the prote...
*All characters in this story are 18 or older. ***** As Joann paced through the hallway she could already feel the little beads of sweat dripping down her neck. The corridors leading to her class were empty and silent. She rushed past the other classrooms, her stilettos clicking noisily on the polished tile floors. A worried look appeared on her face as sh...
Olivia's hands shook as she read the note, a look of stunned disbelief on her face. She had to hold on to the bar for fear of falling over. The note shook her to her core. 'Olivia, Tim agreed to leave with me. I am in the process of moving. Please come to my new address in two months time, at 7 p.m. 4744 Patrick Road. No point coming to this address until t...
"Put My collar on." i was curled on the floor of my Master's house reading a novel. He was lying on His bed, working on the computer, though it was late evening. Outside, the city was balmy and still busy, the warm summer air blowing in through translucent curtains, the sounds of cars and people filtering in with the breeze. i put my book down and took His...
Draft 1 25 June, 2002 "Put My collar on." i was curled on the floor of my Master's house reading a novel. He was lying on His bed, working on the computer, though it was late evening. Outside, the city was balmy and still busy, the warm summer air blowing in through translucent curtains, the sounds of cars and people filtering in with the breeze. i put my...
I make my way exhaustedly into the house. It's been a long day at college classes and things aren't getting much better for me below the belt. I stumble into the living room, dropping my bag as I do, and kicking my shoes off. That's when I see a woman waiting on the couch with her legs crossed staring directly at me. She's Columbian, average height, not sk...
Reparations For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, "My family never owned any slaves. I'm not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ's sake." For Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely op...
Prelude: For several months Carrie had been talking about her desire to submit her body to a rigorous training program. Throughout the time that I had known her, it was clear to me that she derived an erotic thrill from having her body pushed to its limits, even when that entailed considerable physical stress and occasional pain. In order to satisfy her crav...