Five o'clock on Friday couldn't have happened soon enough. After a hellish two weeks of calculating gains and losses for a botched run of client letters in the chaos-stricken office, Ben was ready for the weekend and its two brief days of solitude and peace. Adding to his stress was his friend Adrian's departure from the department, a reassignment to anoth...
(Author's Note: I know some of my readers have been curious as to when the next Enslaved to the Mob story comes out. I honestly don't know when it's coming. I'm absolutely shot on the story, with no idea what to do, or whether I should keep the story going. My muse and creative flow for it just isn't there. This is a project I'm working on to get me back int...
When I got back to our room, I discovered that Sasha had not yet returned. I took some time to organize my notes from my meetings and called my boss to relay the good news. He was very pleased at how rapidly the negotiations had progressed. "Great job, Hallie! We've never gotten this far with them before, until I assigned you." I had to take advantage of t...
Sarah Dickens sat alone at the table sipping her coffee. Around her mums and their young children went merrily about discussing the holidays and shopping. It was such a foreign concept to her: family. She had grown up in a string of caring and decent, if not permanent, foster homes. Her mum had been a drunken slag, who vacillated between beating and neglecti...
The tube train rumbles and clatters around me. Absently, I smooth the fabric of my dress over my lap, and feel the bumps of the suspenders holding up my stockings. I smile to myself, a little thrill of delicious wickedness wriggling in my belly. I steal a glance at a clutch of my stony faced fellow passengers, stifling a giggle with a cough. If they only kne...
My widowed but slutty aunt Sheen gives me the first taste of BDSM. Hi all, its Ali here! I'm back with another incident with my widow aunt where she introduces me to BDSM and I discover one of my favorite kinks. Let me quickly share a few important background details for the new readers. I come from a very strict Muslim family. It is an extended family wh...
Standard disclosure: all fictional characters, all over 18. This is a personally produced work. Any questions, contact the author. Enjoy. Non-standard disclosure: This is where the story crosses genres. Repeatedly. Hang on for the ride. ***** How much longer is this stupid drive? We've been on the road for hours! Oh relax. Only like another hour or so. Y...
Saturday morning in Shinjuku, Tokyo. I woke up with the stinging memory of my humiliation with Miu last night. As I had walked with her to the station, I had felt just a little hopeful that I could redeem the relationship and have a successful fuck with her on Sunday. In the cold light of morning, I knew that wouldn't happen. The more I thought about it, t...
Andy wondered how she'd let Michelle talk her into this. Was she really going to sit in this dark movie theater, waiting for whatever Michelle had planned? How had she been convinced? Maybe, she considered, she should leave and forget the whole thing. Andy thought back to the conversation between her and Michelle the night before. They were on the couch wa...
Standing on the railroad platform, Vicki was terrified. She held tightly onto Aaron's arm, dreading what was next. Here in a small southern Pennsylvania town, she would be meeting Aaron's parents, Thomas and Edna Williams and his sister, Casey, for the first time. She who had met European elite as Robin's wife now trembled as she waited. Aaron and she got m...