If I hadn't been driving 10 miles per hour under the speed limit, I probably would not have stopped. I was trying to conserve gas, I put my last $7.38 in the tank and I was reasonably sure it was going to take twice that to make it home, considering the van I was driving had a 5 cylinder engine. It was supposed to be a V-8 but only 5 of them worked. Even...
*Author's note: this is my first story, it was a pleasure to write and I hope it is a pleasure to read! Any constructive feedback is most welcome...* ***** Martha was inexperienced. Her friends told her that she needed to get out there and try new things. On top of that, her budget for London life had been severely underestimated and she needed money. It w...
I can't believe I lost; lost a stupid bet. It was all so simple, or was supposed to be. I kept telling myself she must have cheated, even if I didn't believe it. Now it was time to "pay up". I wrap my arms more tightly around my waist feeling sick to my stomach as I look at the neon lights of the strip club, trying to remember what had prompted the bet in th...
There was a heavy knock on the metal door. A female voice echoed through and into the metal room inside. "Hart? Corporal Hart? I'm coming in." The door slid open, and a slender woman of about thirty walked into the small, dark quarters inside. Her dark brown hair was tied neatly up, and bobbed above the collar of her uniform shirt as she stepped in. Feelin...
To the reader: Some readers have been shocked by the extreme nature of this story. So here's fair warning: If you are the type who is turned off by fiction dealing with domination, submission, cruelty or the general exploration of sexual practices beyond society's norms, please don't read this story. All others, please enjoy. Day Thirteen – Reparations The...
Blue sky is something taken for granted. Humans are acutely tuned to the world they were meant to be born in. A dark sky means rain, a black sky means storms, and a red sky means war or worse. The sky of Terra 8 was red. At first, Kurt thought it was beautiful. Everyone thought so at first. As the months passed, the red sky and orange sun began to bother him...
Hotels. Luxury hotels. What do I love about them? God, I know it isn't phallic, their sleek shapes, rising into the sky. I'm not that immature. Am I? It isn't uncommon for me to go to a nice hotel, either here in the city with one of my boytoys, or in a faraway city when I'm traveling with my husband, which isn't common at all. But a giant den of luxury and...
The week after Mrs. Jennifer Simpson moved into the house with me was a huge adjustment. I was utterly unaccustomed to having someone living with me. All of my life I had privilege and the isolation such wealth could bring and some in spite of it. In my majority, I sought solitude in my private life because I was in such constant demand in my public life. I...
August 10th (Sunday) - Mandi Joseph, the Flight Attendant, Comes For A Weeks Vacation John tells everyone he received an email from Mandi on August 1st telling us she's planning her annual visit for the week starting the 10th. She says she wants lots of nudity, sex and BDSM sessions, basically everything we've been doing with her for the last nearly 3 year...
The evening after our sex at the Y with Mindy watching was my first real "date" with Sara. We went across the River to an older place that had New Orleans jazz and Cajun food. Along with the great food and music, and a couple of glasses of wine, we had many laughs. I was thinking, and hoping, that something was developing between us beyond sex and nudity; al...