Water. Everywhere. That's all there was. My lungs were burning from holding my breath, yet I didn't dare break for air. I was looking down, trying to find the bottom of the ocean, but there was none. A bright shining light towards my left called for my attention. I dropped my head and pumped my arms as hard as I could. My legs worked hard as though they ha...
Sorry guys Internet was down so I'm doing this through my phone. But I did get three more stories you'll love. =] I have heard the complaints about the confusion so I changed the main character's name. MP4 ***** A few hours earlier . . . "Master, we've found her," a secretary told her boss. "Are you positive it's her?" the Master growled. There had been...
I was waiting for you at the front door kneeling, nothing on but my collar and color on my cheeks in anticipation of your arrival home. I heard the key slide into the lock and my heart started racing, I've missed you so much. You walked in a serious look on your face and put down a large shopping bag and then a small one tied off with a ribbon on top of it....
Alex Light. Intense light. As I came around, I was deeply disoriented. Almost like waking up in the middle of a REM cycle. Where am I? What day is it? Looking about, I realized I was strapped to some kind of bed in what appeared to be a medical facility. The room was nondescript and large enough for women, but the bed I lay in was obviously sized for...
Meanwhile at the Phillips home upon return from seeing their daughter: Steve couldn't get the nude images of Charlene and his daughter out of his head. The photos of both women were very erotic and beautiful he thought. Steve decided he will have to find a way to get out of the rut Deloris and he are in. Steve would enjoy taking photos of Deloris, but neede...
This is a story about a white woman who develops a craving for bbc. If that theme is not for you, please do NOT read the story, nor send me abusive emails. The story was inspired by the beautiful Tori Owens, who not only inspired my imagination by allowing me access to her world (through her blog and our conversations) but who also added so much value and m...
It had been a week since the editor had enjoyed the attentions of the young secretary and though he felt a little self conscious in her presence while trying to maintain a correct working relationship he hoped she would ask to join him after hours again. It was while he was getting ready to leave one evening that she walked into his office and stood looking...
This story is a little long winded in the set-up. Please be patient it gets better near the end. ***** As I was getting in my truck, I got a text message from an unfamiliar number. 'How was she? Can't wait to meet you.' was all it said. I sent a text back, 'Who are you? Do I know you? Do you know me?' 'This is Glen. Right?' was the reply. 'Yes, So you k...
It had been nearly two years since I lost my wife to a drunk driver. Dating at twenty is a bitch, dating at fifty... well, let's not go there. I had a lot of friends, and that helped, but to be honest, porn and hand jobs were no replacement for the twice a week sex I was used to for the last twenty five years. As I said, dating at fifty is a bitch, there a...
Dear Glutton for Punishment, I have just staggered into the door from my second date with what’s-his-name, and had the uncontrollable urge to sit right down and write MYSELF a letter – {I know I’ve heard that before… maybe a song?} So here I am – pen in hand, bottle of cyanide in the other, awaiting the after-shock to slam dunk me into what I hope will be a...