This is a Jim and Sarah story. It's just...an alternate universe. What if Sarah were older, and married, but still her helpless little self? Think it'd show? It's a pretty nasty story, but Sarah's a pretty nasty girl... Southerners will recognize the use of "Miss Sarah" as a generic respectful term; used in place of the last name. "Hi Miss Sarah." "He...
Bending my elbows back and forth, hands still cuffed to the collar, I try to get some blood pumping back into my hands after being suspended in the doorway. You walk round me slowly, eyes wandering over me from neck to toes. Smirking at the redness of my tits and arse. Eyes sparkling at the wetness coating my thighs and pussy. You stand behind me, one hand...
My name is Misty. I'm currently in my fourth year of college, attending the University of Michigan. I've been living up to the high standard I've set for myself and everything has been going especially well, except for one thing. I recently made a discovery about myself that I've been rather ashamed of. I've always been a well behaved girl with a strong set...
"Come here." I've been watching Sarah for the last few minutes. My book closed on my finger, marking my place. She's been, I don't know, bopping? Fiddling? Fussing? Not really doing anything, just, waffling around. She's barefooted in jeans. So, "Sarah, come here." I set my book on the end table, and uncross my legs and hold my hands out to her and she...
A Taste of Love, A Taste of Lust 2. Love me dirty Kelly didn’t resist as she was thrown on the couch, pinned by her tutor-turned-lover, Laura Danason, who now groped her breasts, licking her lips as she stared down at Kelly, who futilely tried to grind her crotch against the older woman’s ass. “A perfect “A”. A perfect score from a perfect student.” She l...
The hardest thing to do is to begin with goodbye. To watch the world spin for only a moment, and to know, that the beginning of this moment, would soon become a silence, a stillness. Love is always the end. While I had known the man before me, for so long, I could never be sure when it was that I met him. The question always arose; can you know a man whom...
It was late and Micheal and Emilia were about to start their first Wam session. The tension was building, both had been greatly looking forward to this evening for quite some time. The entire Livingroom was filled with many wonderful sticky sweet substances, Custard, yoghurt, squirty cream, rice pudding, semolina, trifles and much, much more! Soon they'd b...
What happens when you explore an abandoned paint factory Contains paint, tar and glue. Maxine Jenkins was always known as a bit of a 'tom boy', she would always be the one girl who wanted to play with the boys, always the one to come home muddy with her clothes torn and now, aged twenty the one who enjoyed the pastime of urban exploration. Urban explorati...
My day job is writing, I am a copywriter which sounds like fun, and with the opportunity to work from home and control my own hours is pretty good, however it can be a lonely life writing rather tedious copy for websites and search engines, therefore, to keep me from going insane I write stories, usually messy ones, you are reading one right now. I look to...
Call her Jill. Jill says to me, "Talk messy when you write. Evoke the adventure. Use words that don't screw up what turns you on. Say fuck, suck, pussy, cunt, dick, cock. Write only what overwhelms you - nothing less." Jill thereby accepted the job of muse but let me know, "I know this is only because you think this will get you fucked." For perhaps the...