Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. CHAPTER 13 The 'Pilgrim's Retreat' was a quiet country pub, so quiet that Angelica and Mike were its only customers, at that time of the early evening. Her high-heels clicked on the tile floor, as th...
"Hilton, Paris. Number 11669. Isolation cell #3," the voice rang out in her head, over and over again. A goddamn number. How on earth did they think that they could reduce her to a goddamn number. Fucking dumb cops and their stupid little jails and uniforms. She couldn't believe that they would assign her a number and make her wear these terrible clothes. W...
Assignment Three: "I'd like you to write about not being permitted to cum, and about the way you turned your rising tension into a different kind of release." (I almost don't write about this. But then, I think about why I don't want to write about this, and that makes me think more. Then I had to decide how on earth to write about it, and still feel like I...
It had been several months since the night Ashley and Tiffany accidentally discovered the strange connection they shared, and a lot had happened! They had moved in with each other. They had started their professional careers, and between the two of them, they were finally pulling in a solid income. They were girlfriend and girlfriend, and their relationship...
Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious and any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental. No money has been collected from the writing/posting of this story; it is for entertainment purposes only. Comment/Feedback is appreciated and welcome. ************* Don’t ever let anyone tell you that being up against a wall isn’t in their fantasies s...
It's been an unintentionally long time since my first instalment.. but thanks to stumbling across a long lost email account that had my log in details I can now continue recounting my adventures! I've read a couple of stories about locking clothes in cars and going for a walk au naturelle. These had really got me going and somehow got under my skin, I just...
Oliver was just 18 when he got accepted to Teasdale College. He had studied hard all through high school to get into the prestigious life sciences program. Oliver had figured out that an undergrad degree from Teasdale would prepare him for a jump into medical school. Unfortunately for Oliver, being a poor kid at a rich school meant he had to work part time...
It was Halloween and I was working the haunted house for the tenth or eleventh year, the club I belong to does one every year to raise some funds to help kids and keep our programs going the rest of the year. It's always a challenge getting a place to hold it, the props to furnish it and then finding volunteers to man it. But many of us do it every year and...
Agrippina Meridius was standing in the shadow of one of the large arch ways that led into the emtpy market square; it still smelled of chickens. Of course it was empty, any sensible Roman was in-doors at this time of night. She pulled her cloak closed tighter around her, feeling a chill, depsite the warm night air. Well maybe not completely empty, there was...
We woke early the next morning after Sarahs online adventures and decided to spend the day together. She prepared a light breakfast and since I always carried my gym bag in the trunk of my car, we decided to go for a run. The Los Angeles weather was perfect and Sarah looked amazing as always, wearing a black sports bra and pink Nike Pro compression shorts. H...