Hiking Solo

The following day sees Madison rise in anxiety. The photos she found at her door are testament to her whoredom. Someone knows her secret and wants to intimidate her. What should she do? Madison bites her lip as she feels a revolting sensation that she doesn't allow herself to express. In her agony, she is lost for how to respond. A knock sounds at her door. Her heart jumps into her throat and she hesitantly, creeps up to the portal. A look through the peep hole causes another form of anxiety. She knows this face. Her hands trembling, Madison slides the lock and opens the door. "Rose," the older man says with a paternal smile. She doesn't say anything but brings an arm protectively over her belly, even though her shirt covers it. She breathes deeply, "What do you want?" The man makes no aggressive moves. But, his presence alone is a trauma for her. "Get your things. We're going to the studio." Madison feels a tremor pass through her body to se

I was contacted by a female named Carman about renting my AirBnB for the week. She told me she was wanting to rent it for her honeymoon. She told me she was very interested in my place because had a pool and hot tub. I was happy to rent to her. After collecting the necessary documentation I noticed how sexy she was. She had dark long curly hair and an incredible smile and eyes. I was excited for her to be able to use my house as her honeymoon spot! I had to tell her that the hot tub acted up sometimes but that I lived in the area and would be able to fix it if I needed to. Well the day came and they checked into my house. Late that night I got a movement notification on my backyard camera around midnight. Out of habit I opened the app and checked the camera to see if someone was in the backyard. What I saw, I was not expecting as I'd never had honeymooners in my house before, but I could not stop watching. I saw a male sitting on the edge of the pool and Carman between his legs s

The Undertow Chapter 1: Pathetic By Trixie Adara Antonio Antonio slammed the door of his Mustang and lumbered up the stone pathway in front of his house. He groaned as he saw the leaves crowding his lawn. He hated raking leaves. As he climbed the steps of his porch, he almost didn't see the sign taped to the front door, but it's bright pink paper and maroon lettering caught his eye. It wasn't Valentine's Day. Not for months. It read: "Rule 1: Greet your wife with a kiss whenever you or she comes home." Was this a joke? Antonio looked around behind him, scanning the neighborhood. Each house was neat and clean. The yards were mowed. The cars were either minivans or sportscars. Bill, his asshole neighbor, was already raking the leaves as they fell, but there was no one watching him. No one was looking to see how he'd react. Antonio shrugged and opened the door. Maybe Victoria knew what was going on. He stepped into the warm house and was greeted by the plea

Author's Note: I goofed a bit when I started writing about Erica's adventures. I honestly didn't anticipate continuing to write a series, so they're named in a confusing way. The correct order is as follows: A Walk in the Night Lunch with a Friend Working Late Consequences of Exposure and now Road Trip! I hope you're enjoying the story thus far. ---------------------------------------------------- After her experience with Amanda, the rest of Erica's week was interesting, if surprisingly uneventful. While there had been no further exposure by either of them, there was a definite warmth growing in her relationship with her boss. There was also the curiously arousing notion that there was a faceless security person watching her in the building. She now knew that the elevator had a hidden camera, as did the main lobby, and that there were several in the parking garage. All throughout the week, her thoughts kept drifting back to this anonymous audience, and she ke

For my birthday, I received a self-help book, a self-healing guide, a wireless phone charger, an air fryer toaster oven, a Hitachi magic wand, and, no joke, a brown-haired, blue-eyed, Magic Mike-looking stripper. There he was, this muscular dude, naked except for his cowboy hat, doing a funny dance with his fists in the air, with his cock dangling and bouncing around. The other girls were ecstatic. I sat there with my jaw dropped and my shoulders cringing. This was Enid's doing. I knew it. I pointed to her and shook my head. She laughed and clapped. "Woohoo," said various other girls around Enid's apartment—middle-aged Jacqueline, young Helen and her drunk ass, Tabitha and her desperate horny ass trying to get close to that dangling penis, and my sister Rachel getting into it. They had decided to keep the party small knowing I had been out of sorts for the past few months. But no matter how much I told them not to do it, they still organized this little party for me

The last in a small mini series, I welcome voting and comments and emails if you like to chat. ---------------------------------------------------------- Sam's wife was away for a whole month visiting her sister and mother up in Leeds, so Sam thought it a good idea to have Judith here to stay for a week, as long as they cleared up well after it should be fine. However it became plain that there was a age problem between them. Sam was fully 40 years older than her and frankly he couldn't keep up with her sex drive. So after much discussion and a few tears they came up with a plan. In the warm early evening they drove out through Bromley in the old VW van, Sam thought he knew a good place and as it was getting dark they got to Keston ponds. A popular angling spot it attracted another kind of sport after dark. Sam drove across the large car park and stopped side on at the far side. There was a few other cars nearer the entrance, they were mostly the anglers packing up for the da