In my hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi, the story goes that a pumpkin farmer raced from his house toward the frantic pleas of his eldest daughter who lay pinned beneath a tractor. Upon seeing the girl, her father was seized by a tremendous burst of adrenaline, a miraculous shot of superhuman power that trebled his strength and allowed him to lift the machine...
Cold steel. It's the feel of restriction, of futile struggle. It's around my wrists and barring my access to freedom. It cuts the shafts of sunlight into pale ribbons that lie uselessly across the concrete floor. All this for a little public disturbance? Give me a break. They should be out there catching real criminals. Clang Clang Clangety Clang. Some co...
Hello, there. How are you today? My name is Jocelyn Winston. I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, but have lived in Canada for the past eight years. I am twenty six years old and hold dual American/Canadian citizenship, which isn't as cool as it sounds come tax time. I study bus...
Slave Alicia had served Mistress Karen dinner on her knees. She wore her collar and skimpy panties only, as required. Careful preparation of food was indeed a treat, an honor and Alicia had worked feverishly during the afternoon selecting the menu perfectly. Tender white chicken breasts, sautéed fresh mushrooms, tossed green salad with oven baked biscuits an...
Note: This fic contains pee play. If you don't like it, then don't read it. And all the other, have fun reading it :) ***** I'm standing in front of the bed and have just hooked my bra when two arms are wrapping around my waist from behind. "How was your night," she whispers into my ear, nibbling my earlobe. I turn around and look at Penny, who is over...
Cleo woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing. Text message. "Fuck," she muttered. Swallowed once. Her mouth was dry, head pounding. All the classic signs of a hangover that was going to last all day. She rolled over and checked her phone. It was from her roommate, Joanna. J: U up? Cleo sighed and started typing. C: Yeah. Super hungover J: Me too. W...
When they finally reached their home in Oregon, Becky was totally committed to Raelyn. She no longer considered her job or her boyfriend. She never thought of her apartment or any of her belongings. All she wanted to do was to please Raelyn. The other three women knew that Raelyn had big plans for her slut. They weren't sure that that little white woman had...
It is a hot August night in New York City. It is very late. I am in a nameless bar on the lower east side, riding high on shrooms and cheap red wine. The bar is crowded and very noisy. I can’t hear myself think, and that is the way I want it. I want to be empty. I want to forget. I make my way through the crowd to the back of the room where a stairwell lead...
Calgon's got it all wrong. Bubble baths are greatly overrated. I realized this evening that, if you cry in the shower instead, you won't notice the flow of tears as long as you keep your face nice and wet under the spigot. Besides, the streaming watersounds and screaming old pipes hide those pesky sobbing noises so well. Water washes over me, ignoring the...
All characters the story focuses on are 24 or older. *** After graduating from university, I got a lovely job at a primary school. The kids were nice, all the parents are really friendly, there is a nice gym and shower that teachers can use and all the staff have welcomed me with open arms. All the staff apart from one, I have been at this school for thre...