I'd always had a panty fetish, stealing my Mom's and wearing them. As I got older it became necessary for me, I bought new ones all the time. When I got married I tried to stop but after a year of marriage I went back to it. Secretly at first when she wasn't home, even when she was sometimes. I loved how they felt, silky, tight, ass hugging and how they made...
We met in the usual way, Beth being my son's 2nd grade teacher, me being the, "Thing," in his class assignment, "Show & Tell – My Favorite Thing." He wanted me to tell the class a story, something I'd been doing for him every night when he went to bed. After I'd finished with the story, I knew the class was impressed, also knowing that she must have been al...
Chapter 1 The iron gate rolled back and Dr Kerry Moriarty stepped into the darkness. A light glowed at the end of the long passageway and she walked slowly towards the figures emerging from the gloom. She was scared, but she knew that she must appear calm and confident before the three men who now towered over her. Two men wore grey shirts, and one wore whi...
I stood there in shock. I didn't care that I was wearing nothing but soot covered cotton t-shirt that I'd worn to bed. I didn't care that I had a cut on my thigh from when I climbed out the window of my room. What I cared about was my mother, my only family. She was gone. Dead. The small house we'd lived in for the past decade was dripping burned ruin....
I walked towards the gates of the studio, apprehensive about the meeting I was to have in just a few minutes. I showed the guard at the gate my pass, and he let me in. My mind was spinning; I didn't know what was real and what wasn't. A week ago, I was a male porn star who couldn't find work. Now, I was going to meet a woman about her new porn station. The j...
The camera pans up her legs. She's wearing heels, normally nothing special about that, but this is her trademark, those heels. Her skin is smooth, glowing with health and a light coat of oil, rubbed lovingly in. The oil is exotic, smells of musk and flowers, she buys it from a man in Turkey, the cost is excessive, but she can afford it. There are no blemishe...
What was I thinking? This is so stupid. I'm going to get myself killed out here sitting on a park bench dressed like such a slut thought Heather as she began to lose her confidence. She had fantasized so many times about meeting a stranger in the park and getting her brains fucked out. She cut a wife-beater so that it barely covered the bottom of her nice r...
As Constance ran she could feel her heart pounding, leaping from her breast up into her mouth with every long fast stride she took. The shouts from the village were receding behind her, but she knew it was only a matter of minutes before men on horses would follow her down the woodland road. She rounded a bend and stopped to catch her breath, the hems of her...
My story isn't conventional. Nor is it something that is told on a day to day basis in this world of fear and repression. It is a story told with whip and chain. The paper made of flesh, the words prepared with blood. It is a soliloquy of bondage. Bondage of the mind, the flesh and the soul. It is a whisper in the corner of a club, a search on the internet,...
Lily gripped the end of her whip as she studied the man hunched on the stool before her. He was tall, unusual for her customers. Usually the pathetic worms she beat on were no more than five feet tall, thin shouldered and gaunt faced. She refused to touch them, but they begged to touch her. At twenty-five she had the body most girls couldn't get, even with s...