Mixed Emotions Ch:03 Dana's Introduction Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely...
The rest of the weekend was fabulous. I will not go into all the details here, unless you ask me to, except that we had a wonderfully relaxing time. The food and hotel were good and the room warm and comfortable with a lovely bathroom. We took some walks, a short visit to antique shops, but most of the time was spent reading, watching naughty DVDs, and for m...
Lloyd had been treated to a gratuitous and well received whipping by Joyce, watched by Patti, Kay, and Maria, who noted the pleasing sign of a boning erection as his wife confirmed her new status as his owner, then was bundled into a walk-in wardrobe at Patti's house, trussed with his head down to await their further pleasure. He was not alone in the wardrob...
"Correct me if I'm wrong," said Tyler, "but isn't Katie's risk pretty much isolated to California? If she no longer lived there, the chance of her ever being identified as the Shoreline Angel would be effectively eliminated, wouldn't it?" The assembled group, which consisted of Tyler, Katie, Bobby, Patty, JR, Rockie, Jason, Franc, Cile and Joey, all sat aro...
Prelude. I was happily married and still am, but things have changed; or should I say that things have been changed - I have been changed. I was or rather am still wed to Anika, a rather dominating Polish lesbian, who married me for reasons of her own that are still a mystery to me. I'm not the man that I was...Oh, this is so confusing I'd better start at...
The Science Experiment: The Infiltration Chapter 4 Nearly crushed under the weight of the fifty pound bags of jasmine rice, Robert Sumpter and Steven Puller lay motionless. The truck stopped. Microscopic sensors on the exterior of the truck transmitted sounds and conversations to the earwigs each man wore inside. They were passing through a customs check po...
She asked if I was hungry. "Starving. Squatting and deadlifting make me so hungry." "Me too." Our town was dry, meaning you had to leave the city limits to buy alcohol. She drove us to a small town which was wet. It was a nice day, a welcome break from the heat. We sat outside on a picnic bench. Our waitress brought us a bucket of beers. We ordered hambu...
New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
Haven't been writing much lately, so this will hopefully kick my butt into gear. This the beginning of a story I haven't finished. If you like it, let me know and I'll continue. If not... Usual warnings. Some of what is contained in this story likely isn't a good idea in real life. Use your brains. Literature is literature, no more, no less. * He lay next...
Even the bright Berlin sun seemed to taunt Horace as he was led into the spacious and well tended garden at the rear of Frau Gerda Blucher's grandiose house, its tall impressive walls and mature trees keeping unwanted eyes from viewing the erotic debauchery which regularly took place there. There were many eyes within it that morning however, eyes which had...