Stories by Holly

I tossed and turned in my bed thinking about what Phil said that he wanted, or should I say expected me to do, and I'm not going to lie, I was scared shitless! Plus it was almost 5: AM when I climbed back in thru my bedroom window. My mother use to make us all go to 11 o?clock mass every Sunday...

When I was a little girl I lived in a predominately black neighborhood and played with mostly older black boys. My father deserted the ****** when I was 7-years old and left us very poor. My two older sisters wouldn't let me hang around with them and my younger brother's and sister were much...

WAITING FOR MY HUSBAND? by holly Story Content:(mental, humiliation, submissive) The following story in no way reflects any situation other than some disturbing thoughts that run through my head. Damn! It is only 2 o'clock. Bill will not be home from work for another 3 1/2 hours...