I've been up since three this morning, thinking about what happened again last night. I don't dare get up from bed since I know it will only wake him and evoke more anger from his touch. I'm twenty three years old and yet, I live in fear of a man I've loved for seven years. He's not always been this way, and I don't want you to think I'm making excuses becau...
Brandon McCaul looked at the woman in front of him, the grown up version of the girl he used to know years ago in high school. She was so sure of herself back then, so smart and caring. How could she have gotten herself into a situation like this? She must have had some issues, but they never showed back in school. He remembered her on stage, acting in the p...
Author's Note: This is not a story. This is a behind the scenes look at my writing of "There Was an Accident". If you don't want to read about how my story unfolded, the thought processes involved, and some things that didn't make it into the published story, then just stop reading now. There will be no sex in this writing. Well, OK, maybe not none, but n...
Prologue Night was falling outside the snug little cottage on the edge of the forest. It brought with it an icy gale. The winds began to howl. On their wings they bore little flurries of snowflakes. "I must hurry home," said the man, pulling on his fur-lined leather boots. "I dislike the sound of that wind. A blizzard is coming, I'll wager." Although he...
I know my ability to concentrate was greatly diminished, but I really don't think it would have made much difference. I sat behind a blue Chevy at the intersection. My mind was in turmoil and I was driving more by habit than anything else. The light turned green, so I followed the Chevy through the intersection. At least I started to follow it. I remember s...
This story is total fantasy and there is no underage involvement or cruelty. ***** That night I told my husband everything about my confession to Mrs Miller and what I would be allowed to do without committing any serious sins. I also told him about the suggestion that it would probably be acceptable for me to wear very small panties and have accidents wit...
Part One -- The Woman In The Mirror Dark; then light; my eyelids flutter. "Can he hear us?" a woman's voice. Dark; then light. "He's still comatose; but he's improving," an authoritative male voice. Light; now dark, the dream returns. I'm inside the mirror but I can't be seen. I try to reach through the glass but I can't. I try to speak but I am mute....
About a year ago I found a web site filled with erotic stories and since that day I have spent quite a few hours reading the stories. I have been quite impressed with the imagination of some of the writers. I read and enjoyed many of the stories, believing that nothing like the things they described actually happens in the real world. I was wrong. My wife...
My fingers slid smoothly over the beard that covered my chin as I knelt on the sideline and thought. I glanced over my shoulder and looked at the faces of my players as they sat there on the bench and watched the events of the final regular season game unfold. I turned away from them and looked up at the scoreboard to see that the score hadn't changed any si...
Prologue Hi...My name is Taylor. I am now a cousin of Clark Kent, but before the accident, I didn't even know him. I am a male, who stopped growing in every way since the meteor accident in 1989. I am only 4 ft. 2 in., no hair on my body, haven't been through puberty at all and was forced to watch all of my friends go through the changes. Want to know how i...