She was dreaming again. She must be. Hazel clearly remembered deciding never to return to the blasted tree, yet here she was, approaching the place where it all started. Worse, it was nighttime, and there was barely enough light to see by. Yes, it had to be a dream, albeit a very detailed and realistic one. She could see her own skin glowing softly in the di...
Chapter 1 Carrie lay warm and comfortable under the covers of her bed. Her mind was reeling and she had a deep, foreboding pit in her belly. She'd awoken from a vivid dream but she wasn't sure if it was a really good dream or a terrible nightmare. She did know, however, that her pussy was soaking wet and her mind was filled with the indelible image of a fit...
Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your u...
*Authors Note: This story is intended to be read as a series of handwritten journal entries. If you are upset by entries that are only a page long, this story probably isn't for you. But if you can deal with shorter entries, please enjoy.* Mortem in Nocte October 11 It is my hope that someone finds this journal someday, if only so that someone knows what...
She should not be saying this. There are many reasons not to. He is foremost her friend. She is 15 years his senior and his supervisor. Despite these facts, she woke suddenly this morning long before her phone alarm was set to go off at 4 am to get ready for work. Her heart was racing, breath gasping, and she realized her pussy was slick and swollen. Images...
NOO! LEAVE ME ALONE! *cries* GO AWAY!! YOU'RE MEAN!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! I ran from him and cried but he kept after me till finally i could run no more an fell to my knees in a heap, nearly defeated. He drew near to tower over me and prove how little i was how pathetic and small. But something stopped him... 0_o it was me? Daddy began to whisper in my ear. Rem...
We've all had them - dreams of being naked....what DO they mean? Susan found one answer, or at least a start of one..... If you enjoy the story, feel free to like and vote! * Susan had finally brought herself to go to a psychologist to discuss her recurring dreams. Over the years, they had become more and more frequent and more and more intense. So much so...
I was walking back to my office and stopped to chat with Deanna, the secretary next to my office. We've been friends for quite a while and Deanna also happens to be a big porn flick fan. I have burned her CDs of quite a few movies over the past few years. We're both naughty perverts down deep and have had lots of racy conversations I'm sure neither of our s...
Part 2 JOURNAL OF MARK PARKER I awoke the next morning with the same problem that had plagued me the last few days. I could feel the dried, crusty . . . well, let's just say I released in the middle of the night again. Nighttime Emissions, I think is what they called it in health class. I pealed my shorts off, threw them on my "laundry pile of shame", pu...
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read at least Part One first though I recommend reading all previous parts. ***** Chapter Nineteen Despite my successes with both Shelley and Inez, I hadn't found another opportunity where I felt comfortable attempting to introduce a casual acquaintance, much less a stranger, into one of my sexual d...