All characters portrayed are 18-years-old or older. ***** Susan opened her eyes and cringed. The light was too much. Too bright and too loud, and it made her head swim in a little puddle of dull regret as she looked across the tousled bed at the mess she'd made last night. Her plan to go out and find something young and eager didn't go nearly as planned, a...
Shane found Beverly on the outside balcony of the dining area, quietly sipping a mimosa as the sun set over the glassy water. Her hair was down, gently waving over her shoulders and swaying in the soft wind. “Hey.” She turned and gave him a tentative smile. “Hi.” “You sitting out here by yourself?” “Yeah.” “Want some company?” “Uh, sure.” Beverly was s...
Susan felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest. The warm deep buzz of submissive arousal filled her, making her face glow and her stomach churn. Her mouth was dry and she felt light-headed, tense and nervous. Why? Why did she do this? But she knew the answer. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed...to be dominated and humiliated...to g...
The Reverend and Sheila dropped me off at home after spending 5 and half days breeding me with an unknown number of preachers in their remote cabin in Mississippi. I wouldn't know for weeks whether their plan to impregnate me had worked. My parents met me at the car and my dad grabbed my bag from the Reverend and asked about his trip. I listened while the Re...
This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. I intend there to be additional chapters about these two characters. Please leave your feedback and votes! They will help me to determine whether I should continue. Thank you! ***** The vehicles began to stack up on the windy road that circled the dorm. Nearly all were luxury or sports cars that indicate...
The hallway was cold and drafty. Silently I stood outside the oak-panelled door, softly kicking my heels against the wall. I had endured the first half hour of my wait with a growing apprehension and now, chilled and weary, I could feel the fear gripping me, wrapping itself around my shoulders like a dark December night. 'Come!' summoned the voice within....
Author's note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner. I want to test them out before thinking about writing more than the three stories that already exist on my hard drive. So, feel free to comment on the story, critical remark are espec...
The day starts off with a message on my cell phone from you with a location and a time. I arrive at the location at the time given. It is a club just off of the strip. It isn't as flashy as some of the other bars, but it doesn't look like a dump either. As I walk in I scan the room looking for you. I spot you talking to a beautiful blonde woman at the bar...
It was a mattress commercial, an expensive technologically advanced mattress that utilized compressed air rather than metal springs for support. A couple lay on the bed, asleep. I could not take my eyes off the woman. Her pale pink satiny gown clung to the curves of her body. Her breasts fascinated me. Even lying on her back, they were large, full, and round...
The night had finally come. Tonight, the Black Poppies will have sex with the devil. Lily was running late. She kept looking at herself in the mirror, fixing this and fluffing up that. She wanted to look perfect for him. Although she knew that he would love her as she was, Lily didn't want to be the forgotten whore. She wanted him to want her. She framed he...