So many things had happened in the past couple months to Angie and Cal. Or rather it was the lack of what had happened in the past couple of months that had made their situation all so intriguing. Angie can remember waking up that morning next to call, she can still recall how good the warmth of his body felt as her outstretched arm and breasts laid upon his...
Ellen, I think to myself, you are so silly for being here. Here is a loud house party in a different part of town. The voice in my head scolds me, "Girl, you don't even like this hard rock kind of music. You should never have come here with that skanky girl from your sorority. You hardly even know her." There I am a college junior who should know better. I...
August I groaned as I pulled into my parents' drive way. I didn't recognize any of the cars parked along the street, meaning I could expect a somewhat raging party being hosted by my brother. I couldn't blame him, our parents were out of town and we had a killer house for a party, a pool being one of it's enticing features. But it had been a long day at my...
Chapter 1: Melanie's Story Melanie made her way through the heard of partying college kids, most drunk, being that the party was well into the fourth hour mark. Melanie had only been there for about twenty minutes though, but already she was ready to leave. She wasn't a big party girl, but didn't mind them occasionally, however tonight she just wasn't into...
Every year, my wife Dawn and I spend a three-day weekend at a mountainside resort in New Hampshire. Once the holidays are over, we meet with a few dozen friends at a chateau-style lodge and rent rooms or cabins. It started as a group of eight outgoing couples—old college friends and their spouses. Each year, we became friendlier with members of another group...
Author's note: Here's Chapter Four of "Slave Girl Emily." Warning: There's lots of peeing in this chapter! If that kind of thing doesn't float your boat or isn't your cup of tea, then skip this and just paddle on over to one of the other stories in the BDSM section, of which there are many excellent ones. Don't you dare read to the bottom, go "oh ick," and w...
Malika sat atop the highest tower of the Defiled Temple looking over the surrounding hills and wastelands. The cult of the demoness Lagria had taken this place long ago and sacrificed the old Priestesses Of The Light to their foul mistress during the temple's ravaging. Like all the denizens of the temple, Malika had been stolen from her family as a child and...
Sunday Gina's parents were more vigilant than my Dad, or Dana's mom, for that matter, and grounded her for a week, except for the night of graduation. Of course, they weren't home during the day, so that wasn't going to really stop us, although we weren't able to see each other on Sunday. We texted, and spoke on the phone regularly, except when I was talkin...
I woke up the next morning and as I lay there, the memory of what I had done with Trent the night before, and I felt sick. How could I have done that, I had turned into a complete whore. I had lain over the hood of his car and begged him to fuck me like a common slut. My phone rang and I checked the number, it was Trent. I knew why he was calling, to say t...
The clock radio, tuned to an oldies station, woke David to the soothing sound of Johnny Mathis. Laying on his back, he stretched out his arms and legs, arching his back, pressing his morning wood against the covers. "Reliably hard," he thought, feeling his wife, Lucy, stir next to him. She rolled towards him, lifting her leg over his and brushing it again...