I got home from playing basketball, and my mom and her friends were in the middle of ladies bridge night. Two tables with four women each all looked over at me when I came through the door, and I turned a little red. I must have been a picture of loveliness, my sweat stained t-shirt clinging to my chest and back, my damp hair hanging in my face, basketball in the crook of my arm. I waved to my mom and headed upstairs. “Charlie!” she called after me.
I turned around and headed back
On the morning of my 30th birthday, I ran through the hospital doors to the desk, found out Dad’s room number, and rushed to him. He was sitting up in the bed, not looking too much the worse for wear, actually.
I peppered him with worried questions, but he tut-tutted the whole thing. “Just bad stomach. Something I ate.”
But after a few minutes, the doctor beckoned me into the hallway. “He’s right; it was not a heart attack, not yet. But he’s 60, and your
“Ah, the workmen are through for the day,” Paige thought as she watched the men loading their pickups and preparing to leave. They were working to create a studio and large bedroom with attached bath out of what had been three small bedrooms upstairs in the big barn of a house she bought for a song because it was so far from town. They had been working for over a week, tearing down walls and running new wires and plumbing for the project.
They were even going to reinforce the roof
Jackie arrived at her house and retired to her bedroom. She threw her keys on the night stand before taking a few deep breaths. She wondered how she should spend the rest of her evening and night. She knew her husband was already asleep in his bedroom, passed out drunk. She was so bored with her marriage of six years that there was nothing left but empty feelings for her husband. She wished he would just leave and divorce her. All he cared about was getting drunk, day after day. It seemed as if
I stand back, admiring the view before me. You lay, sprawled on your stomach, in a spread-eagle position, completely open, completely vulnerable. Each wrist and ankle is tied securely to a bed post with a length of red silken rope. Although the knots are tied tightly, and you are unable to escape, with a quick tug, each rope will come free in an emergency.
But there is no emergency. No need to rush. I let the minutes drag by, watching you squirm in anticipation. You know I’m still in the
This is the homework of my slave Gabi.
My name is Gabi. I’m from Austria (a German-speaking country near Germany). My Mistress ordered me to write down this story. As a matter of fact this is not really a story – as it is not fictional. This is the description of my first meeting with My Mistress. Mistress Cornelia is my Mistress. I’m one of her slaves and I love to submit to her.
I’m a student of biology and geography. I’m 20 years old and I have always considered
This story is purely fiction, and none of the events are real or contain real characters. Please feel free to comment any feedback, thank you! ~ Kitten
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Only a few days after her 18th birthday, Rya laid in her bed, eyes gazing at the ceiling.
“Damn, that was so hot..” She murmured, breathlessly. For years now she had been having very vivid, sexual dreams of her father and her doing… unmentionable, unspeakable things.
“It’s not like I’m actually doing
I was sitting in the park, listening to my iPod, when suddenly I was plunged into shadow. I looked up and two of the moms were standing over me, and they didn’t look too happy.
“You’re Julie’s friend, right?” one of them, a very large, sturdy woman with dark hair and eyes named Monica, said.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I said. “I’m friends with several of the moms here, I suppose–“
“Yeah, but special friends with Julie,” the
They saw her running hard down the side of the road, passing her on their way back from their last delivery. On nice days like today, they liked to finish off their deliveries early, giving them more time to hunt for a victim. They looked at one another, and without saying a word knew exactly what to do.
They slowly circled the up-scale neighborhood, watching their prey running hard along the curb and down the streets that passed by homes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. They would pass
My wife Sally and I have been married now for twenty two years and I am still discovering new things about her. The true story that I am about to tell you is how my dear Sally first brought Lynda into our lives and what happened the first time that she visited our house. If you find lesbian sex and cream pies offensive then please do not waste your time by reading on.
We live in a medium sized village somewhere in the south of England. I am manager of the local bank, and for the last ten years
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