My life's twists and turns took me to a place of solemn inner comfort and allowed me to have greater control over life events than I could have ever imagined. I think it is important for older women to tell their story from the perspective of strength, confidence, and happiness. This can come from a variety of places, but for me it was primarily through yoga...
Authors Note: Apologies for the major Delay in the second chapter, your messages of support and love of the story have been overwhelming so thank you so much for that. Unfortunately I work in retail and I have just finished working the busiest period of the year so when you're tired after work your imagination switch's off so I have been unable to write. Now...
Back on the island of Circe, Orion was exhausted and nearing the breaking point of his physical endurance. His biceps throbbed in agony and his fingers were bloody and numb from overuse as he shot arrow after arrow at the Babylonian invaders rushing up the beach. Thinking if he did not rest soon he would drop, he sighed in relief and smiled as he watched the...
Note contains strong themes of gaslighting, humiliation, anal, and messy diapers. You have been warned. ***** "If I take care of your bottom, it's mine to use as I see fit." Daddy would say often. In practice what it meant that after one of her many humiliating diaper changes. Or a stinging spanking ("an important part of caring for a little girls behind!...
In my profession, your code name is your life. It defines you, shapes you, and teaches you. I was given my code name at the tender age of 16, and until I die, I will have this name. My government sanctioned name on my birth certificate is merely an alias now. My profession, escort. Code name: Relentless. Partners: Wildman and Ravenous. These are the other t...
Prologue Red lights in the darkness. A screeching shriek. The angry growl of metal giving. Glass shattering. My sight blinded. My heart racing. My fear choking me. No escape. Pain. This is all I knew in my final moments. Just like that it was over... Chapter One 3:14 am. The dream was the same every time. The same fear, the same agonizing scre...
Chapter Eight: First Moaning Ever And yet again I found myself trying to relax after having been reawakened. Again I'd needed to force my hips to stop, and it didn't matter how tired I was, my balls ached and my hard-on drooled. Again I found solace in my grasp, and through the experience of infantile regression. Colleen's breasts were everything to me and...
(Dedicated to my old gang from Mar-lin-do Lanes) A true story of Gutter-lust Introduction I was a 19 yr. Old kid in college living in an upscale area of the San Fernando Valley. It was a 'Cottage Community' near Hollywood in the late fifties and I was commuting to the local Glendale College Campus while living at home so as to save money. My folks had mone...
Notes: All characters are over the age of 18. There is no sex in this chapter (sorry.) I hope you'll enjoy it for what it is. Rest assured, Mark and Jenni haven't cooled off! This is written with a dark humor, but I do love these characters, so it's not my intention to mock them or any real person with mental challenges in any way. As always, thanks fo...
I couldn't sleep. I could hear him scratching and panting, and moaning for me. I pushed my dresser against my door and lay quietly, hoping he'd stop. Heavy steps paced the hall outside my door, nails raked against it, and he moaned my name in an incredibly seductive tone. Had I been face to face with him, I probably would've given in. It sounded like he was...