Ninety-year-old Rhys Shaftesbury still found himself breaking into tears at thoughts or mention of his wife, Gail, two weeks after her death. They'd had a wonderful, passionate life together, but cancer finally struck her frail body down at the age of eighty-five. For the past fortnight, condolences and sympathies from colleagues, friends, and acquaintances...
Note: this is a story, fiction. None of the facts are correct, and all the names are false, invented. So enjoy! (Re-posted with the above clarification, and links deleted). Nocturnal Anal Stimulation in Orgasm-Denial Relationships - A Study NOCTURNAL ANAL STIMULATION IN ORGASM-DENIAL RELATIONSHIPS. A STUDY BY: Willsoin,D.E., Arangji,T.F - UCNYCE - Dept...
All of the characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18. This chapter contains sex, eventually. In previous chapters, a young widow identified the men who raped her and killed her husband. The widow, Marie, inherited a small fortune and lived on the south shore of Long Island with her sister, Jenn, and Jenn's fiancé, Chloe. After over a year...
The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate sti...
Chapter 12: Children of the Damned This one’s for Shadowhawk, who is keeping me honest. Andrew’s Story Telempathy It happened one night. I had been going down on Dee Dee, giving her one of my patented ‘make her talk’ jobs. Because of her fragile condition (she is seven months preggers after all) I relented after only about fifteen minutes of gentle tortur...
I thumbed through one of those glossy movie magazines as I waited for my slave to be prepared at Dominie House - known to its exclusive membership as "Dom House", of course. I was only reading it because the magazine had an interview with me, and was in the form of one of those Question and Answer things. The last question read: "And tell our readers, Linda...
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for... if you don't like it we can..." She stopped. What was she doing? She should let him speak first. "It's ok, I just... didn't expect it. My... balls kind of hurt right now." She didn't tell him that she liked hearing that. He was having a hard time steadying out his breathing. She pulled herself up. "Do you want some water, o...
"I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, slave," my Lord says quietly, "You will not have another until next Sunday, over a week away." "Why, my Lord?"I ask, my voice a tad too high, a little scared. "Because you were such a slut last night. Because it pleases me. Because you will be in agony. All. Week. Long." It isn't the first time we'd played this game. I'd...
The morning after her wedding, Vivian woke up in the Quality Inn with four sleeping partners dog piled against and on her. She extracted herself from the pile to shower and brush her teeth. She got Erica to drive her back to farm where her own car was parked. Thereupon, she drove to Chicago alone, and arrived directly at the Metropolitan Corrections Center (...
It was an eerie feeling when we made landfall at last, finding ourselves back on the West Coast again. Not everyone had opted to stay with us, of course, with plenty of the cruise passengers preferring to touch down in places like Alaska, British Columbia, or Washington State. We lost over half the crew as well by the time that this was done, but we continue...