Joel hated returning home from touring the country for one very simple reason: cleaning. He knew it was inevitable that his girlfriend Jenna would be tearing their new home apart from top to bottom, as Thanksgiving was quickly approaching and this would be their first time hosting the holiday for both of their families. That meant that Jenna's infamous Aunt...
Dedicated to a green-eyed girl from the Northwest. It had been such a bad day for Liz. Her cubicle at the newspaper sales office took on the feel of a cell at San Quentin. Her obnoxious co-workers had their "jerk-meters" cranked up to eight; a car dealer had threatened to pull his two-page ad because the paper ran a story about their little habit of sellin...
Note: This story is the fifteenth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomme...
Chapter 3: One Week Later **Note to the reader: This is the third and latest installment of the 'Karen & The Pool Boy,' series (it is strongly suggested that you read the other two stories first). I don't know if the story of these two characters will continue but as always, feedback is craved and truly adored. Lastly, I would like to dedicate this piece...
Chapter 1 You login into your email account with nothing but your nightgown on and a pair of your favorite panties. Your mind races as you fumble for the mouse and click on the message in your inbox. You sip on your triple caffeine mocha as you read the email I sent you; describing all the naughty things I plan on doing to satisfy you sexually. I take no c...
I was 57 and my life was over. My ex-wife had cleaned me out, I'd lost my job and now all I had was the clothes I was standing in and twenty pounds I my pocket. This was no time to think rationally, but to get pissed. I walked to the supermarket and exchanged my money for a bagful of alcohol. As I had no future, I didn't care about the present. I headed to...
Stuart gripped his slave, Sasha, tightly around the waist. He buried his face in her long blonde hair, nuzzling the back of her delicious neck. Sasha couldn't move - she was still bound by the wrists to the back of the dresser, her left leg bent to her chest, her foot placed on the top of the dresser, her ankle fastened to her left wrist. Stuart felt Sasha...
I called you to ask when you were on your way over, and you said soon. I waited 30 minutes and finally you rang the doorbell. I was so happy to see you, since it has been a week since our last night together. We give each other a quick hug and sit on the couch. You take off your coat and boots, underneath you are wearing a tight blue low-cut shirt exposing...
All characters are over the age of 18. And once again here is more Sophie. Why is she the only character I publish online? xD -- Floating upside down in zero-G whilst eating yogurt was a very odd experience. Not, however, if you had been doing it nearly every day for the last eighteen months like Sophie had. "Knight to H3." Her bland, bored voice carrie...
Opening my eyes was a painful ordeal. It meant that I had to come to terms with the fact that I was badly injured. I couldn’t feel my legs and I could taste the sour thickness of my own blood as it oozed its way along the back of my throat. My left arm wouldn’t move when my mind willed it to do so and I wondered if it was even attached to my body. Afraid to...