I sat alone in the chair, waiting for rescue, knowing that my daughter (by my first wife), nicknamed 'Peanut' and Sharona, her lover-partner would drive to my house—not my home, anymore—and, using Peanut's key, get in and rescue me. That drive would take a long time, because they were quite a few miles away. They'd get the cuffs off me easily, because the...
She nervously entered the main lobby, unsure of what was to come. She looked at the buzzer panel and looked under the name Smith. Apartment 717 is where it referenced to. She pressed the buzzer that signified his name. She looked toward the speaker in front of her, half expecting to see a face pop out of it. "Hi there, I'll be right down" a low voice eme...
i have taken much time in writing this piece, as i wanted to try and paint a true vision of my Biker Master. Biker seems harsh doesn’t He? Well, He can be, but there is much more to Him than what one might see at first glance. i see Him as not much different than most Masters. As a Master, He is rigid in what He desires of a slave. His will must be adhered...
Standing outside the bedroom door, the woman called Dove tried to still the butterflies in her stomach. She looked down at the simple white linen robe she wore. The plain thin garment, open in front but folded over and tied closed by an equally plain cord, clung to her freshly washed body. The hard tips of her small breasts were clearly visible as they press...
Chapter Six: Pillow talk Author's Note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. The story will make more sense if chapters 1 to 5 are read first. ********** On Saturday night, Peter first made love to Jenny standing up against the bedroom wall because she would not leave hi...
Please allow me to apologize to everyone for pulling an eighteen month disappearing act. Let's just say that things changed and for a while I no longer enjoyed writing or remembering this time in my life. I am now fine with it- it's part of who I am and I'm glad I kept a journal of it. Writing is therapeutic for me, and I plan to continue. Welcome to Chapt...
He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 8:52pm. He'd made the phone call earlier on, she was late. It worried him when she was late, although he never knew why; she was never consistent with these sorts of things. It was raining heavily, enough to rattle against the glass in the windows. The door bell rang. "At last!" he thought to himself as he headed f...
This is a multipart series inspired by a man who makes me want to push my own limits. This is fiction based on a fantasy. All characters are over 18 years of age. In chapter one she had decided to push her own limits and offer to bring life to one of her Sir's fantasies: To watch her dominated by another woman. ---------------------------------------------...
They met at a house party. She was 18, he was 20. She introduced herself as Laura, he shook her hand gently and said his name was Paul. He was dark and handsome, with an air of intelligence and mystery. She was young, naïve and fun loving. He was there with a friend, she was there with a lover. It wasn't meant to be. They chatted and got on. It was clear th...
The day seemed to be devoted completely to the night, to the preparations for what would be. I spent the morning being pampered in a spa -- having everything primped and massaged. There was not a spot of excess hair, all skin left smooth and glowing. Fiery tresses seemed to glisten in the spa's soothing lights. I knew everything must be perfect, even though...