Her boyfriend, lover, and budding Master, Dave, had an ingenious, kinky mind – almost as ingenious and kinky as her own. That made them a good match. Rina was glad they'd met that fateful day when she was performing an act of self bondage in the meadow, cuffing herself while bent over a railing. She could tell he was kind and solicitous, and cute, the moment...
For several months after my outlandish naked escapades in Southern California, it seemed like Susan and I spoke of little else. Almost every conversation eventually wound its way back to the events of that day. We had agreed that I was unbelievably lucky not to have ended up on some sex offender registry. (Don't laugh. I've since learned that you don't have...
Anyone watching Rachelle Bannion push her cart full of groceries across the half-empty parking lot could tell that she was not a happy woman. The stress showed in her face and in the little worry lines in her forehead. Oblivious to her surroundings, she mentally went over the last three nights at home with her husband. She had done all the right things and f...
She was hot, smoking hot. If she was on fire, she'd burn. She was out of my league, that much was certain, but I kept seeing her, the hot girl on the daily commute. In the mornings she'd often get on the express bus where I'd be sitting up the back, having boarded at the park-n-ride further out. Common sense meant those who got on first went straight to the...
Foreword: This is one of my first erotic stories. Alas, as much as I wish it had, this never happened. This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. ###...
"One ticket to Hyderabad, please." I begged. "Don't worry, madam," he said, "I'll get the best ticket possible, especially for you." He then scanned me from head to toe. I adjusted my shawl to cover myself better. With mascara under my eyes, hoop earrings, ruby roo lips, shiny semi transparent saree with sleeveless blouse and slingback heels. I didn't look...
It is another cold Friday afternoon outside the gymnasium. The college wrestling team bus pulls into the parking lot. Kerri (27 yrs.) is a former "gents" magazine "sex kitten of the month" (38-24-36). She is sitting in her 4-door, black Mazda, sports car. Her right fingers turn up the heat inside. She wears a homemade, white wool sweater with no bra on under...
Edited by Sherry November-10-2009 Please let me know if you like the story so far. By leaving a comment or sending me a message. DISCLAIMER: This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or...
Nick pulled the Greyhound bus out of the bus station and took a quick look in his mirror at the remaining passengers. There were only two of them, a young girl and boy, probably about 20 years old, hiding in the back of the bus. Nick made a mental note to keep an eye on these two, after 3 AM youths seemed to think no one was watching them, and that was how m...
Devon was a vivacious, energetic traveler, hell bent on seeing as much of the world before she was willing to settle down. Having grown up in an orphanage she'd never gotten to see anything beyond the couple of trips her schools took her on. The only escape she had was watching the Discovery Channel and seeing all of the exotic locations that the hosts trave...