Syra stared out the window of small efficacy apartment, watching as people hurried back and forth along the icy sidewalk. She didn't remember what it was like to run around with her friends, she couldn't remember what it was like to laugh with her best friend. It had been five years since she had let herself do those things, five years since she had let hers...
The Photo Album Ch. 04 Please read Chapters 1–3 before this next section. Midnight Snack Photo 1 Establishing shot: instead of kneeling on the floor or bench, or sitting in the chair, the debased MILF we're calling S. stands for the first time, her toned tanned arms stretched widely above her head and cuffed to a bar. Her long buffed legs are also attach...
How to save the world. You probably clicked on this essay, because you thought 'what the fuck does that have to do with erotica?' It seems like a big subject. Perhaps too big. After all, there are thick books such as the Bible and the Koran that attempt to provide a one size fit all solution that has in fact been used by people to justify some of the most he...
I was running out of breath, I couldn't keep going like this. It was so close behind me. Too close. I knew what it wanted, what it was coming for. I had to fight, but it was so much stronger than me. And smarter than I had thought. It could have easily caught me by now, my only guess was that it wanted me to tire myself out so I couldn't fight. And even know...
Frustrated, horny and with a face covered in drying cum I found myself on the street outside my girlfriend's apartment at 11.25pm with a pair of her dirty panties in my hand and her roommate's grinning face disappearing behind the closing door. I had traveled all day to spend the weekend with my new girlfriend and had only managed to spend a total of two ho...
It was the storm of the year. Thunder clapped with vehemence, and fat drops of rain fell on the roof of the small house with tremendous force. Jenifer woke up in the middle of the night not feeling much better than when she dozed off in her sofa earlier that evening. She was dizzy, and for a moment, didn't quite recognize her own house. She was sweating heav...
Amesbury ordered me to start serving the canapes. And as I stood in silent horror, Mistress, Barletta, Lyndsay and the other free women at the table began to debate the merits of punishing me for being a bad daughter. I hesitated but then obeyed, cringing anew at every order, as Mistress Barletta, Amesbury and Lyndsay forced me to display my naked body in...
Reclamation of a Reluctant Sadist Ah, a new toy! What vision more lovely than a long legged, young blonde beauty, in the full bloom of ripe womanhood, strapped face up on a cold porcelain table with her ankles chained down two feet (my abject apologies, I did not mean to pun this early on) on either side of her beautifully flushed ears? Her tear stained f...
This is one of those things that really happened. Many thanks to my partner/sometimes-Dom for making me sit down the very next day and write the story. Here's to my first foray into erotica. I'm a very lucky girl indeed. ******** I had been meeting The Sadist as schedules would allow for two years. Which is to say, I knew him well enough to know he could...
Katie was having a wild meaningless dream. She saw she was standing naked around a bunch of people. All of them were either her family member or her adult life friends. She suddenly noticed her mom crying at a corner hiding from the rest of the crowd. She walked past the group of people to her surprise nobody tried to grope her or abuse her in anyway. Sh...