Authoress's notes: Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Vongformed Jedi: Chapter 2 "Hello my little Jeedai pets," Intendant Nar announced as she re-entered the chamber. "I hope you've enjoyed yourselves?" Jaina moaned into her gag. She wanted to orgasm so bad. She was vaguely awa...
April Greer stood on the sidewalk in front of the hotel and looked up. She counted up four stories and wondered if one of those windows was his, or if his room was on the other side of the building. People passed her, taking no notice of a middle-aged woman standing in the light spilling out from the hotel lobby. She shivered slightly and pulled her coat clo...
This is an account of the last couple of years; I've changed the names of the people involved for obvious reasons. I've named my husband 'Ernie', after the Sesame St character, which is relatable since he's such a simpleton. * My husband of 10 years is a douche-bag. More specifically he is a controlling, manipulative, whinging little boy. He prances aroun...
Chapter Seven, in which Charlotte the slave finally takes it up the fucking... Charlotte had been a great slave so far. She'd done everything we'd asked for (well, ordered) during the week, and had submitted to all of our commands. My wife in particular was getting off on fulfilling every degrading thought that came into her brain. Charlotte was her first s...
There is a sensual pleasure in doing nothing, lying naked, warming the leather of an old Chesterfield sofa. An intermission in life, time for the mind to drift and muse. The click of the lock turning, brings me out of my reverie, giving the motivation to rise swiftly from the sofa. Standing, hands behind my neck, head down, eyes lowered, legs apart. Long a...
It was a mild September evening; the sun hung low in the Western sky and shone gold through Lucy Lewis' kitchen windows. She sat at the table with two friends of her: Henrietta Delafonte was a woman in her mid 50s, plump and dark; Tammy Laroux was a young woman in her late 20s, skinny and pale, wearing thick frame black glasses, bucktoothed, with short, dark...
July, 2012 Intro: This story has a very strong "horror" element to it that some readers may not particularly enjoy. If you are one of those people, I encourage you to skip the gory parts but come back to the storyline as it's woven throughout the action. Read the story all the way to the end, then go to the beginning and read it again, this time not skippin...
This is the continuing story of my luscious girlfriend's bizarre deal with her ex-husband. In a nutshell, he would pay her one million dollars if she allowed me to punish and torture her for a year. He provided all the props, instructed me on what to do and each session was videotaped so he could verify it was done. If you haven't already done so, you really...
Mischief and sexuality hung heavily in the air that summer. It was the summer my friend Stacie and I ran the children's theatre at the summer stock theatre where we had done our college internship. We worked hard and so in the evenings when we had free time, we played hard too.... One night Stacie, William and I had one of our "special" meetings after dinne...
It was dark, but not late when her silver Firebird pulled up outside her apartment. She'd forgotten to leave any lights on, and, of course, she never locked her doors--typical. Her nature was both too trusting and too certain of her own invincibility. She fumbled with the doorknob. Once she got the door open, she struggled inside, her arms too full with book...