It's been a couple of years now since I completed the ritual and claimed Carrie's soul. She has turned out to be a real asset to my now growing list of women that perform for me. I could never replace her like I once thought I could, her being my first soul possession and by far my favorite. I guess she was the most pure and most challenging. I can still se...
This story and the first chapter of it are true stories. My wife is one of the characters (all names changed) and I always wondered what went on at these retreats and in particular why the husbands were actively discouraged from going. I had some suspicions based around the catch phrases of "big hugs and sweet kisses" which I heard from a couple of my wife's...
The past month has been absolutely insane. I've been running around from one meeting to another, busting my ass. Hustling every day to increase my sales. Honestly, when I went into sales, I didn't assume that it would be easy, but I sure as hell did not expect it to be this hard either. I have to be on my toes every single day, ready to pitch my next idea...
The confessions are usually pretty lame: Wearing make-up or feeling funny while watching Justin Bieber but occasionally you get a juicy one and that's a good guide to who might succumb to my charms. I see Peter, tall, thin, serious, awkwardly raising his hand and I feel a bit sick: it's unusual for one of the boys to confess anything. Surely he's not going t...
Graphic lesbian sex, questionable consent, and...well...blood-drinking. Also more than likely entirely derivative, albeit subconsciously. If any of that disturbs you, please skip this one. Comments welcome! I writhe naked on damp cotton sheets in a shallow restless sleep a few hours before dawn, the summer heat keeping me from any satisfying slumber. "Wak...
"Kris, what the fuck get out of the shower!" My roommate yelled at me as usual to hurry up in the shower so that she could get in. This was our shower ritual: she yelled at me to get out, I took five extra minutes, and ran out soaking wet before she could flush the toilet straight to jump on her bed. Lana and I had been best friends for all three years of co...
Once Miss White had left, Kristin and Sasha untied Jenny and helped her into her clothes. She was a little wobbly on her feet, tears had dried on her cheeks, but her mouth was twisted into a sideways smile, like she had been knocked out and gone to a happy place. Her eyes seemed to be looking far into the distance. Kristin put one strong arm around Jenny's n...
continued... Day 6... "Heeyyy, yooouuu," Marni cooed, her voice soft, the words elongated as she stretched her arms above her head, trying to fully wake up. "Hey, yourself," I replied, my voice equally soft. I had been awake for several minutes, the first time on the trip that I woke up before her. Turning onto my side, I opened my eyes and just stared...
Baltimore is truly beautiful during any time of the year, especially near the harbor. I take as much time as I can to enjoy it, but it is quite difficult to do while working a 9 to 5 job to pay the rent. After a few months of living there, all of the great food of the city was taking it's toll on my body. I came up with the solution so that I could regain my...
When I left my house, I was so nervous I was shaking. I was a little turned on, and very anxious. This is something I had not done in a long time—go to a bar and pick someone up. Probably 12 years. Certainly the last time I did it I had alcohol to take the edge off and cigarettes as props. Now it was just me. With my collar in place and my corset so tight my...