It had been a slow night. Carly was on her third night of training at a small town bar. The bartender who was training her, Luke, was at the other end of the bar talking with some friends. Carly leaned over the bar and stifled a yawn. She watched Luke bid goodbye to his friends, and clean up the bar where they sat. He bent over to pick a bottle cap up off th...
This story initially started as a chapter within my series 'Messy Riding Lessons', however I felt it was a story which more people may enjoy as it is a little less extreme than some of what my characters have to endure! Therefore, I have created it as a stand-alone story, I do hope you enjoy it. ***** Sarah slept soundly. She was 19 years old with messy br...
Another day brings with it more bondage. Who would have guessed, eh? An even better question though: what can you do in 20 minutes? Well let's find out. I'm back in the center of the room, standing with my elbows bound behind my back and tied together with several loops that bind them together and then a single strand that goes around my shoulder and up beh...
The girl was sitting across from him in a sleek black dress that hung to her frame and showed off her curves. She was what you would call petite but not thin, with brown hair that was dyed blonde at the tips and bright blue eyes, with nice rosy lips. Her make-up was lightly applied so that it accented her eyes and cheeks. Her breasts weren't big but they wer...
Meet Miharu, eighteen years old. She currently attends Nameless High School, resides in Tokyo, Japan, and lives in an apartment by herself for reasons that will likely never be explained. She was walking to class one morning, carrying her school bag as she gazed up at the cherry trees. She wore a fairly cookie-cutter "sailor suit" school uniform, thick squa...
After Tiffany left, I went and dropped down on my couch. I don't know exactly how long I sat there because I was in a bit of a stupor. When the shock finally wore off, my mind began to race. I was upset at Tiffany. I needed to get out of this thing. Can I get it off myself? That's it! I'll cut the damn thing off! I live in an apartment and so I don't have a...
I met you the next morning for a late breakfast. It was day two of your trip to Washington, D.C., and you had decided to sleep late, telling me you were a bit worn out after yesterday's fun at John's townhouse and needed some time alone. I was there early and had already gotten us a table in the back of the café. The owner knew me, and I told him that I was...
Fetish also fetich (fe-tish) 1. an object (as an idol or image) believed to have magical powers (as in curing disease) 2. an object of unreasoning devotion or concern 3. an object whose real or fantasized presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification. ------The Merriam Webster Dictionary * Sara and I, two American ex-pats, live by the rhy...
Olga followed Crystal down a steep hidden stair. They passed through a long dark corridor and out a hidden gate on the side of the castle. The pale full moon shone down upon them as they moved about the boulders surrounding the north face of the keep. Olga was dressed in a simple peasant gown. She carried a bag with some food, a small dagger and fifteen sil...
She came through the door carrying her overnight bag, every ounce of exhaustion evident in her posture. Her body was carried upright and shoulders back from years of rigid discipline. Once through the door, she kicked it shut behind her, dropped her bag next to the nearest chair and turned the key in the deadbolt. She was alone and wanted no interruptions; s...