Waiting, thinking, should he? He knew he would. He was wearing only a pair of white high-leg cotton knickers, he wore them in bed last night, he always wore knickers, he hadn't worn men's underwear for years. He wandered into the kitchen to microwave his cool tea, more aware of the feeling of the rings through his nipples and the delightful sensation of the...
In complete silence, he crept into the room. He moved behind her body, admiring its form as it hung in the wooden frame so alluringly. He hefted the largest of his leather whips and drew back, letting it lick her flesh as she cried out. The long red split in her delicate ivory skin delighted him. Her feet shuffled slightly as she tried to maintain her stance...
Readers: This continues the story of Angie and Brent. It might get a bit odd for some of you, but don't be put off by the flow of the narrative. They're just having fun exploring the edge of reason. Enjoy! * We walked from the bathroom and turned towards my bedroom. She headed right for the bed. Based on her last statement, I fully expected her to lie down...
What drives a person to suicide? What motivates a person to take that final journey into the Dark place? Can people become so increasingly trapped in their negative interpretations of life's misfortunes, that they back themselves into a place where suicide becomes the best solution to their pain? Many people think about taking their own lives in a desperate...
This is a sequel to my story entitled Her Turn. Hope you like it. Any comments are welcome, I can only improve if you let me know how. I remember the last time she was in charge. She had me tied to a table, trussed up and helpless while she teased me nonstop until finally fucking me in the ass with her strap on until I had an explosive orgasm. I remember th...
I scrambled for my clothes and shook the hay from my hair. Lola Belle stumbled, pulling on her panties and giggling. She was chattering on about something, I didn't care, and I wasn't listening. I walked out of the barn before she was done talking. I was preoccupied with whoever had been spying on us from the barn doors. I checked all around the area and saw...
It was bitter cold outside and the howling wind sounded like screaming children were pounding upon the walls. The fireplace crackled and roared, yet hardly managed to keep his feet warm against the chill and barren floors. Drifting slowly into the deep recesses of his mind, he was awakened from his trance by a soft rap upon the door. "Come," his voice echoe...
Things had changed between me and Anand following our Tokyo trip. He had become more distant after my rejection of his declaration of love. My family life was falling apart. It had been 10 days since my husband was last at home. After I had returned from Tokyo I had many conflicting thoughts. If I was honest Anand's confession that he loved me had caused tu...
Katie was a senior at the Rosemont Academy for Girls in California, having just transferred across the country due to her father's job relocation. One of the perks of the company was a private education from one of the gender-specific college prep. schools in town, both were highly lauded and nationally respected. Katie wasn't too pleased to be starting over...
It was a hot and humid afternoon when I arrived back home, the temperature was nudging the high 90's as I stepped off the air-conditioned plane, and this did nothing to improve my mood which had been at low ebb for the past two weeks, and was now only steadily getting worse as I got closer to home. As I walked towards the gates I kept a lookout for my fianc...