I was never so happy the next morning when I saw my dad leave for work. Slipping out of my night shirt I went to my closet to find something sexy to wear for Robin. Picking out a very tight belly shirt and a pairt of daisy dukes I looked my self in the mirror … Read more
Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Twenty-Eight – Ron’s Happy Birthday Part Three – An Evening Snack Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mmf, mf, f-mast, ncon, cream pie, grope, magic, morph, rape, … Read more
Chapter Fourteen: A Meeting With The Bishop When Angel woke, Emily was already gone. Riggz, a friend and fellow pimp of Rich, had already come and removed her. She turned on the coffee pot, and had finished switching out the laundry when Rich came downstairs. Angel glanced up at Rich as he leaned against the … Read more
Alice stepped into the club, the door shutting behind her with a soft hiss that made the silence of the lobby feel heavier. The space was too bright, too sterile. Polished white tiles underfoot, potted plants standing like guards along the walls, and a faint floral scent that felt oddly out of place for a … Read more
1. Sending Steve around to Kate’s “Sweetie,” said Yvette. “Can you go over to Kate’s place this afternoon?” “Why Mum?” replied Steve. He had satisfied himself with his mother’s body, and was now looking for his clothes so he could get dressed and go to university. “I need someone to pick up some things for … Read more
Thirty minutes into Friday, Tina was sitting in Razor’s parked SUV just outside his strip club, EZ’s. An enormous wave of anxiousness washed over her as she stared at the blinking lights that encircled the building; she studied the entrance, the Budweiser beer banners, and the large, well-lit marquee that promised the “most beautiful women … Read more
french quarter Amber was sitting nude except garters and stockings, frustrated and bored. She was touching herself slowly and not responding very well, she thought about getting some random stranger from the bar and bringing him home that night, and this made her wetter, a few weeks ago she had done this, but Brian had … Read more
Bells rang when Frank opened the doors of the posh restaurant. Smell of coffee and pastry stirred along the cosy and wooden ambiance of the place, the perfect place to have breakfast that early in the day. “Good day Frank. Same place?” asked the waitress. “Good morning Sylvia, you know me well”, he answered with … Read more
My Story is true (the names are not), it’s not finished as the journey continues. Its the diary/ blog of a young Lesbian Asian American girl (me) who bored with conservative living in the USA breaks away to travel the world and find herself. The story is long so I can’t post it here, but … Read more
I was still amazed at what was happening; the hostes, dressed in a surprisingly down-to-earth red corduroy gently led me into the room. The first thing I saw was white. That was my first impression: pure white. Everything in the room was white, from the walls to the chairs to the table. It was hard … Read more
This story is another mind-worm that just wouldn’t go away. When a writer has a mind worm the only way to get it to go away is to write and publish the story. I don’t really like it, but some of you might. My last mind worm was very well received. = = = = … Read more
Seventh Heaven was a real oasis in the slums. The was bar well known for its owner, Tifa Lockhart, master of cocktails and cumshots. “I’m back,” grunted Barret Wallace, the muscular enforcer of the notorious freedom fighter group AVALANCHE as he entered through the door. “How’s Marlene?” asked Tifa with a smile on her face, … Read more
I was sitting watching television with mum,we were watching a program that had a segment in it about prostitution. Mum remarked that the women would be safer working in clubs i said “i could do that” mums reply was “well you do a lot of other stuff so why not and just be careful don’t … Read more
This is the story of Zeenat, she is around 27 years old. Married, but have not yet become a mother even after 6 years of marriage. She and her husband were trying their best for a child with their full force But still she has not been able to become a mother . Then She … Read more
5 (Hey everyone! I thought I’d try a short series in which each entry is from the perspective of the two people involved. This one is from her perspective,(note it’s not the same encounter…that’s too easy!) my first attempt at writing such. Enjoy!) Johnathan’s perspective: I have to admit, I really enjoyed cooking for this … Read more
A recounting of my daughter’s truck stop visit on our trip home the showcase tournament and a three-night fuck fest. A complete work of fiction involving consenting adults. We left the hotel Sunday morning about 10:00 after the final team meeting and championship breakfast that had been provided for the girls after yesterday’s repeat trophy … Read more
(Heidi) I’d told Keith and my granddaughter I was going to bed. I did sit on my bed, but left the bedroom door open and listened to their activities in the kitchen and living room. I heard them leave, then return a half hour or so later. I heard some wet kissing, then Marie saying; … Read more
‘What am I doing here?’ That was all he was able to think to himself. He was eighteen, young, kind of nerdy. The reason he was walking around downtown was simple. He was a virgin, and he didn’t want to be anymore. He figured he might as well just lose it to a prostitute, not … Read more
(SORRY FOR THE ISSUES IN POSTING THIS!!!) Yep, she was going to, Dan told himself, she was going to, and for a third time to boot! Dan really liked that he could make his lovers cum, but knowing he was doing this to a girl a bit less than half his age was like he … Read more
Brigit’s Introduction to the Brothel By Francis Drake Chapter 2 (continued) Posted by JackFD, with Francis Drake’s permission. For more my Francis Drake and others go to www.nomadauthors.com, have fun. Brigit twisted into a sitting position. The cot on which she lay was no different from the one she’d left in her previous cell, though … Read more
