(In 12 Easy Steps) Step 2: Use Your Family Connections The next day, my mom made a big breakfast which she almost never does -- I guess it was because Benny was there. He and Kevin sat across from me at the table. Benny wouldn't look at me. After everyone else had eaten and left, Kevin picked up a banana, looked at me, and mimed like he was going down on i...
The Making of a Soccer Mom Slut (In 12 Easy Steps) Step 1: Begin at the Beginning All participants in this story are at least 18 years of age. I grew up in a small town close to Napa Valley, California. We used to walk back and forth to school then -- it was about 2 miles one way and we could have taken the bus, but my brothers and sisters and me liked w...
It was a dark and stormy night and Ted and Georgette were finally alone. It had been one of these days that seemed never to end -- one crisis after another. With all the fires extinguished to was time to start one of their own. Ted and Georgette had been married for 15 years. It was a wonderful marriage with two wonderful (at least they thought so) children...
(Previously - Rob and Ann have invited three couples to their home for A Scripted Dinner. After the first course, a delicious assortment of appetizers, Rob gave his first script direction. "Ladies, please remove your blouses." A cream soup was served, and even eaten, amidst other activities. Then Rob gave his second direction. "Ladies, please remove y...
This is the first story in what I hope will eventually be a larger collection. Or maybe it will be the only one, considering how long it took to complete. I have a bit of a hangup regarding posting a story that's not finished; far too many of my favorite serials have been abandoned and left as monuments to premature expostulation...and so if you're reading t...
Way up North End of an Era Ch5 Camping and Bondage Stories Just stuff to ponder. There wasn't really a lot of bondage during our two weeks at the resort. No real torture but a lot of kinky sex. Looking back, we made a couple of old people happy and a couple of people who are old now have memories to relive the good ole days. We'd met a couple who enjo...
The raw, cold wind had been buffeting her face for the past hour, turning it rose-colored with burn. Lola pulled her fur coat closed, tight across her chest, tucking her hands under her arms to keep warm as she stood waiting. Waiting patiently for someone. She paced back and forth on the street in her thigh high black leather boots and full length coat. He...
This is based on a true happening, from about five years ago. I had been staying in one place off and on for a couple of months on business. I kept staying at the same hotel because of convenience and familiarity. I noticed that once a month, a local car club had what they called a "cruise", in an adjacent parking lot. The event was held on a weeknight, an...
Miles Morales' body ached like hell. Every single pain-ravaged cell in his exhausted body cried out for relief as he finally pulled his bruised and battered frame over his window frame and onto the floor of his room, whereupon he let out a muffled curse as he impacted the solid floor face first. For a few minutes, he lay stationary, waiting for the throbbing...
Even after five years Marie still loathed the darkness of the five by five cell they had her locked in. She could take anything, anything but the deafening darkness that felt like it was going to swallow her body, mind and soul. The only thing she could do to keep from erupting into screams was curl herself as tight as ball in the corner and shut her eyes so...