I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't wait to do this. I can't believe I'M DOING THIS! For all my big talk, my cunt talk, I'm still stunned that I'm standing here, dripping, my cunt wide and wet, waiting to be fucked by a man I've never laid eyes on, but am willing to be laid by. Laid by. This is a LAID BY. It's not a stand by. I'm sick of standing b...
I was in the middle of my lecture when Bijou walked into class. The topic that day was line breaks in poetry, and I was talking about how the William Carlos Williams poem "The Red Wheelbarrow" perfectly illustrated how carefully chosen breaks add sense to a poem. She sat in the back of the room, crossed her legs, and smiled at me. Only one or two of the stu...
Jess had always loved technology. For as long as she could remember she had not felt comfortable without a spanner in her hand or a keyboard under her fingertips. She had obsessed with artificial intelligence, of being able to talk with machines, and for them to communicate back. She worked at what she loved, in a lab surrounded by high-functioning but soc...
Eyes glanced up from the poolside as the pair passed by the palm trees leading away from the hotel. Those in the pool shielded their eyes from the sun, already far into the west, it's rays beating down on the clear water, as the two figures strutted toward vacant sunbeds. Though seemingly oblivious, their gait invited stares. Long elegant legs, graceful stri...
**As per the other stories in this series, there are lots of messy kinks ahead. Food play, mud play, trash play, watersports and scat are all involved on some level, so if you don't like the thought of a woman making a filthy mess of herself stop now and save yourself the trouble** *** Elana awoke in her bedroom. It was... A mess. She had been hired just a...
I have always considered myself an ugly duckling that never matured into the beautiful swan that Hans Christian Andersen wrote about. Well I guess I'm not truly ugly, but probably just completely and utterly plain. Maybe that's why my Mom named me Jane. I'm not really fat, but certainly not sleek. My hair isn't dry and discolored, but always seems frizzy....
Thank you to phantom4533 for editing assistance on Part 1! --CarliePlum Nobody had thought I could hold onto the farm when Randy left, but it had been four years and it was still a working dairy farm. I rose early to do chores before heading off to the doctor's office where I worked as a nurse. Afternoon chores were Travis covered by my son Tim and a seri...
The funny thing about being trailed by two men into my bedroom while wearing slutty girl clothes creates the desire not to disappoint. The last thing in the world I would want to be seen as is un-sexy. If I'm going to play the part of a desirable little nymph I'm going to do it right. I made it to the top of the stairs as the two horny men slapped at and pla...
I was in my second year of college. I attended a small college in a town with a population of 12,000. The school was known as a power house for hockey. I enjoyed hockey but my sport was wrestling which now had developed my body into a lean muscular body. I had a partial scholarship but money was still tight. I would do odd jobs here and there to make ends...
************************* Copyright Oggbashan April 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************* It started w...