A spiritual awakening. the begining

The outline of a petite female form lay peaceful, her outline accentuated by the bed sheets. Long Strawberry blonde curls cascading on the pillow, circling her pretty face. Pink beautifully defined lips separated revealing a glimpse of gently moistening tongue. The sheet laying over her, hugged her slender body, small pouting breasts visible as they … Read more

BeC Clothing Company; Jeremy’s story

<The BeC Clothing Line, advertised for frustrated mothers everywhere> Jeremys’ mother finished tidying up after a visit from their neighbour, Mrs. Gonzales. Could it really work? Could Francesca Gonzales be telling the truth? She had heard of those tiny machines lately, noonites or whatever they were called, being able to change people, but a whole … Read more

Family Trip to Jamaica Part 8

“Hi Jason, honey. Come here and let’s have a talk.” My mom gestured to the couch seat across from them. She was seated in between my father and my sister, each clad in a fluffy robe with, from what I could see, nothing underneath. They seemed completely relaxed squeezed together nearly in the buff on … Read more

Slave Of A Sith Chapter- 5

Slave Of A Sith Chapter 5 – Punishment. I woke up being shaken by someone. I open my eyes and there is a man about 5’8 shaking me. “Ashoka!!” The man yelled. “Who are you, what are you doing here, leave now” I replied by slightly frightened. “Ashoka! Its me Anakin your master” the man … Read more

Dads helper_(0)

Just remembering a story that happened to me, I was young Mom and dad were constantly fighting everyday it was a nightmare, Dad was a hard working man and worked hard providing for us. One day Dad was on his day off and mom was working, I was home on a Saturday. I didn’t usually … Read more

New Neighbor

My New Neighbor My name is Kayla and I’m 17 years old, a junior in high school. I have always been the good girl even though my stereotype begs to differ. Normally a blonde cheerleader is always given the label as bitchy, high maintenance, slut. But I wasn’t like that. Well at least that was … Read more

My Little Cocksucker

My Little Cocksucker I’ve had a couple wild girl friends as I grew up. One was at nineteen years of age. I was working for an automotive paint supplier. After being a delivery driver for a year I was moved to mixologist. A fancy name for mixing paint. It was an interesting job and I … Read more

Our First Time_(6)

to start off this is the true story involving me and my younger sister. it happened when she was young. My little sister was 5. she was usually had pigtails and did not wear very much. she has brown hair and eyes.she was curvy and had a very filled out butt. i was 15 when … Read more

Church Camp: Part One

I love being the youth leader at my church… I’m 23 years old and I have a thing for the younger ladies. Nothing creepy mind you. I am just very skilled at appreciating the beauty God has given teen and preteen girls. There’s a certain innocence about them that lends itself to certain fantasies. Ok, … Read more

My Ba

I had done well for myself that allowed me to live semi-retired at the age of 48. Most days I would get up early and walk to a diner several blocks from home for breakfast. I loved starting the day by reading the news on my iPad and enjoying my breakfast and a few cups … Read more

first time with ‘Daddy’

Friday of my 13th birthday, I had finished school for the summer and had walked home with my friends, we chatted and I received my birthday presents as we walk and because of this I was a little later getting home. When I got home Dave was standing in the Kitchen, he screamed at me, … Read more

The condo boys

My mom and dad got divorced when I was 12-years old and along with their marriage went the only home that I had even known. My dad took his half and disappeared with his new girlfriend. My mom took her half, which included me, and bought a 2-bedroom condo in the Sierra Vista Condominium Complex … Read more

Friday Nights

It’s difficult to find a good start for my story. A relationship with your own father doesn’t just start. Still I feel the urge to write it down. For him as much as for myself. Some memories are blurred where others stand out as if it happened yesterday. I’m 23 years old now and a … Read more