Valentine's Day was always a bore. Wanda had reached the seemingly mature of age twenty three and had yet to find anything special about February the Fourteenth. Each year she waited for that life shattering event that all her friends seemed to be constantly gushing about and sure enough the day passed like any other in humdrum familiarity. Not that Wanda ha...
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, The Avengers, Avengers: Age of Ultron, or Ant-Man And The Wasp or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Hope Van Dyne a.k.a. The Wasp knew she was taking a big risk. One she didn't really want to take, even though she had been thinking about it ever since a woman enslaving...
"Now, Jess's turn to get something!" I looked over at Jess. We were at a decent little store at the mall, teasing a clerk. We'd gone there from the theme park, where we'd inexplicably lost our underwear playing a game Jess had come up with. We'd planned on buying new underwear first, but we decided it was much more fun not to. Now we were getting new outfits...
Disclaimer: Despite the word 'rape' in the title, all acts are done voluntarily and with enthusiasm. ***** The house was clean and ready. Dinner was prepared, and just needed to be put in the oven. Everything was as it should be, but only just in time. Dora and Peter sat down in the sofa and relaxed for a few minutes. The poker club meets the first Saturd...
There were four of us couples that had been friends for a long time. Sometimes only two or three of the couples would get together, if someone had something else they had to do. But mostly, it was the eight of us getting together to have fun. Dancing, picnics at the beach, barbeque, dinner out, just what ever we thought might be fun, and maybe different. We...
My name is Annabelle Mitchell. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, wealthy Irishwoman attending State University. Currently, I live in a mansion and I am served by my very willing slave, Wanda Sullivan, a big Black woman who used to be a Professor of Literature at the school before she found her true calling. She wanted to be my servant. More...
Wanda opened the door to Dillon's room and saw him standing by the bed. His dark green eyes were filled with an eager light as she stepped into the room. Julian's room always smelled like talcum powder and the minty linament her rubbed on his sore muscles after one of his frequent workouts in the gym. Wanda loved that smell. She always took a deep whiff of J...
The idea of choosing a nightclub based on the appearance of its sign seemed naïve to Kevin. However, after spending half an hour searching fruitlessly for a club with a short enough line of sufficiently interesting people, it was ultimately a sign that caught Kevin's eye. It read "Dark Smiles" and was accompanied by pictures of women smiling mischievously....
Part 2 We came out of the bagel shop after an interesting breakfast and turned toward the street corner to see Laura waiting for the light to change. In her running shorts and tank top, she was practically more covered up than Wanda, Jess and I combined. You see, we'd come out to get bagels while playing a ridiculous game Jess had invented the day before....
"I'm pretty sure there's one of those gas things back here." Wanda said, turning the key in the trunk lock and sliding her fingers back and forth above the license plate, searching for the latch. She found it, yanking the trunk open, her unsupported breasts jostling heartily in the skimpy towel around her chest. Her tight bikini bottoms dug into her butt as...