This story is not exact to any actual characters or place in any time in history nor is it based on any persons living or dead. It is modeled after ancient Japan. "What do you think you are doing you impudent whore? How dare you talk back to me, Yuriko! I ought to kill you now and send you to the depths of hell!" He smacked her again, drawing a line of bloo...
It's so quiet that not even the occasional cough or creak of a restless patient turning and tossing disturbs the hush of the small hours. The ward's in darkness apart from the soft-edged beam of a single desktop lamp. The pallid yellow beam falls on a sleepy nurse sitting at an old grey painted steel desk cluttered with books and folders. It illuminates her...
I'm not a terribly big reader, but I do enjoy a good book now and then. And so whenever I find the time, I'll visit the local library after work, especially since I've found out that besides books they've actually got a decent CD and DVD collection. And so it was this one time recently when I was there, browsing through a few books, late as usual since I can...
Darcy trudged slowly back to the bunkhouse that was her temporary home. It was 4 pm, knocking off time and she had been working since dawn picking peaches at the orchard. Her arms and shoulders were aching, her lower back needed a good hard massage she was hot and sticky and looking forward to a long cool shower before dinner. Her boots thudding heavily on...
1, The designer Terry was glad it was Saturday; the last two days had been mentally draining, yet very pleasing! She had two whole days to think about it till she found out if anything had been reported back. Somehow she knew she would be ok as far as her employers where concerned. Apart from an appointment with a designer she had the weekend to herself, m...
Mr. Anderson didn't know what to do with the girl now that he was done. She remained in the inverted position until he felt he had to shake her out of it. It looked as though she may have stayed there all day, her red gaping ass shining in the sun over the top of her dripping pink chink. She had to taught some manners, this girl, and he knew exactly the pers...
Sighing, I shut my laptop and slid it back into my satchel. Yet again, I hadn't paid attention to a word my lecturer had been saying since the start of our two-hour lecture. Not that I really minded, of course. Normally, Friday classes were torture, but not this semester. Not with the lecturer I had been blessed with for this particular subject. Maria was...
Chapter Two: Your Hand, Deep Just one time, that's the deal I'd made with myself. Just an experiment, just to try it, just to see. I'd expected sex with a woman to be mildly interesting at the most. I'd expected it to dismiss all those doubts that had been bubbling under the surface, to confirm to myself that yes, indeed, I was straight as an arrow. What I...
THE WORKOUT I'd been working out in my gym for about an hour, in the middle of some cool-down stretches, when I was interrupted by my sub, Holly. "I have a gift for you, Mistress Dana," she said playfully. She was right behind me. I opened my eyes and found myself looking straight up her skirt, her panty-covered pussy staring right back at me. Holly was a l...
I introduce this story to you all as fiction and fantasy however it draws from many of my own experiences in the fashion industry. The things taking place in this story are not to be implied or understood to have ever taken place or assumed to be "par for the course" so to speak. This story has evolved from an idea I've been previously working on and a fanta...