Category: NonConsent

There are many types of stories. There are also stories of princesses, who live in palaces amidst opulence and comfort. There are also stories of poor girls who live in huts. Stories are made of emotions. There must be emotion in the stories.The expressions of the stories of princesses living in palaces and stories of poor girls living in huts […]

It was a pleasant Sunday morning, not so cold for November. Jessica was driving to meet with her brother, which was her weekly routine since he was on parole. She wanted to make sure he’s on the right track and didn’t end up in prison again. Every Sunday, she used to spend the entire day with him, having all 3 […]

I always thought you were supposed to dream when you sleep. As far back as I can recall I’ve always woken up on the tail end of a dream. But all there is here is black. No dreams, just pure dark oblivion. I’m coming out of something. I’m waking up from some dreamless sleep. How is this possible? Oh, well, […]

Melinda Little has been a police officer for the Bay Village Police Department for three years. Graduating the academy at the age of 23, Melinda has done everything she can to establish herself as a dedicated police officer and not just some quota hire. She always goes the extra mile. At 26-years-old, 4’10” tall, and 89 pounds, Melinda is rather […]

This story was originally published in 2008. Supposed to be the first of a multipart story, until now, the rest of the story never got finished. Why not? Mostly because of the feedback from you, the readers. I suddenly found that I was the spawn of the devil. I was tried, convicted, castigated, excommunicated. I walked away with my “tale” […]

Debbie’s marriage had collapsed. And it had fallen apart in a way that shook her to her core. She thought they had the perfect family. Her husband was an executive in a financial planning firm. They had two beautiful children, ages eight and six. With her husband’s six figure income, Debbie could devote much of her time to volunteering in […]

Most people think they know what rock bottom is, but they don’t. Sure, times get tough for them, things look hopeless, but they have no real clue what rock bottom is. “Margarite, things will get better,” I tell myself out loud, but then I laugh. Even saying it sounds stupid. My boyfriend of the past 4 years cheated on me. […]

“Are you sure you can handle it, Honey?” Isiah Johnson asked. “Of course I can, Dad. I’ve grown up around the business. Besides, you and Mom are only going to be gone for 10 days.” “Well, just be careful, Honey. You don’t have to go to all the stores in person. Just check in with them by phone. OK?” Zoe […]

“What a bunch of pathetic losers,” I say out loud even if I’m the only one in my house, so my feminine voice carries. I’m currently looking out the front window of my house, looking at all the trick or treaters and other idiots. They all are dressed up in stupid and pathetic looking costumes while congratulating each other for […]

I am dressed in a black bustier that my boyfriend Alex has laced tight to accentuate my small waist, and it was so tight that it pushed my 34-C breasts into globes that I think almost reach my chin. I am also wearing a black garter belt, attached to black thigh highs, a skimpy black lace thong and black four […]