I awoke to darkness. Where was I? Even with my eyes open everything remained black. I reached my hands in the air and touched something soft and fuzzy. Wool? Oh right, I was in Misumi's boots. I recalled the events of last night. On the bright side, I think I got used to the stench because I smelled nothing. I had work today... How long did Misumi plan on k...
A member of a Twitter writers’ community asked how authors should present their social and political ideals in their work. I responded to only include them if they are relevant to the story; not to hit readers over the head with them. So I apologize in advance if you have a headache from reading this. If you’re a troll, I’m sure you’ll find a lot of material...
The moral right of the author has been asserted. © "neonlyte" I hope you enjoy the story, please remember to vote on the story, I am always pleased to receive your feedback and comments. I suppose my ambition ever since school days was to see my teacher, Miss Peters, Miss Julia Peters, nude. As young schoolboys, we all had a crush on Miss Pe...
Eight months after her marriage ended in divorce, Ashley decided to join the local BDSM group. She had always had submissive fantasies, but only in the past two years had she seriously considered the lifestyle. She did research on the internet, and loved to pick out a juicy story for a goodnight read, but never established any bonds with online Doms. Ashle...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * It was a busy Saturday at the supermarket in our small Scandinavian town. Short of parking spaces at the supermarket as usual when my wife and I went there to shop. I did as usual; instead of driving around and searching, I stopped my Toyota Rav4 in a strategic place and when a space became empty, I usually...
Hunter raised his head and rolled his shoulders. Repairing this fence was taking longer than it should. He just couldn't concentrate. Sweat ran in rivulets down his face and across his broad shoulders. Country music blared from the boom box on the tailgate of his truck, but he didn't hear a note. His mind was stuck on the woman he'd run into in the town sto...
Author's note: This is a slight revision of Business and Pleasure: Part II, posted on February 13, 2004. I have decided to return to it, fix up the place a little – cleaning up any grammar and inconsistency mistakes it may have had – and hopefully finishing it. Or at least adding to it. So enjoy, if you haven't already, and write me, even if you have already...
If you're looking for a BTB story, sorry but this one isn't it. This is the story of a marriage put to the test. If you believe every story should end with either a husband celebrating his wife's unfaithfulness or killing the miscreant please skip this missive. It is not intended for you. For those who enjoy a mesmerizing tale of love, betrayal, and redemp...
His email came last night at precisely 9:00 p.m. And they would meet today at 5 pm. She had awoken with a shiver - she knew she would be with him tonight. And his instructions of the previous evening set her ablaze. They would be going out that evening before he fucked her. What a crude way to put it she thought.......but those were her words to herself. S...
The day Henry P., a client turned a friend of mine showed me what he called his secret cookie jar, which turned out to be an album or a portfolio of sorts, my own secret life began. For a long time, I could not shake off the disgrace that plagued me when the new interests and fascinations invaded my life. Each wave of guilty pleasure, dwarfing any prior sexu...