Dear Shoeblossom, When I was in graduate school, I rented a room from a woman who was a retired dominatrix--Miss Elspeth. When Miss Elspeth discovered that I was a devotee of BDSM sites, she immediately took over my life. I left her care after getting my degree, but recently moved back to New York State and moved back in with her...I am a true submissive, t...
When I was a young man, I did some racing. Nothing fancy, just some local circle track stuff. Fact is, my brother Morty and I were peddling cars at the time. Making bucks hand over fist wiring pieces of crap back together and dumping them on the unsuspecting public. Our racing career started out when we ended up with this old 1963 Ford, it was cream colore...
I know this seems like an unlikely story, but it actually happened. In the interests of clarity, I have converted a foreign language to English. If I didn't most of you probably wouldn't be able to read half the story and I can assure you, I wouldn't be able to write it. My foreign language skills are abysmal. This story was told to me by a friend of mine (...
This is my very first submitted story as myself, I've been here for a while and seen some great authors and I want to try my hand at being exposed. While I love good criticism, bad criticism is what helps people grow with their works, now there is a difference between bad and jus fucking with me, please leave healthy criticism. Thank you. Even though it is n...
“Its after 8:30, aren’t you going to call your girlfriend?” Laura wanted to know on Thursday night. “Not tonight,” I answered, not having the heart to tell her that Huley had ignored me at school. She was not in the cafeteria when I got into line. I found a two person table and took a seat facing the serving line, thinking I would spot her when she arrived....
The conveyor belt stopped, and the break in the steady stream of peaches headed toward them allowed the women a chance to straighten up from their hunched positions. Some even took the opportunity to put down the sturdy paring knives they used to skin and prepare the passing fruit, stretching their backs with juice-stained hands placed at the bases of spine...
They were now moving through the region where Lomac had spent most of his life. They were thus warned well in advance when they came either to a river or when they had to cross a trail. But Lomac did find it very strange that up to now they hadn't yet met anyone from his village. "Hunters from my village always come this far north in search of games. We sho...
Welcome everyone to the first chapter of the crew of the Colonial Union Starship, USS SPITFIRE. Spitfire is a Intrepid Class Frigate, which is armed and fast for a small ship in a video game called, PULSAR: LOST COLONY. I have been playing this game quite regularly and I've become so interested in the game because of all the things you can do in the game, th...
He wanted her. He watched her talk confidently and light-heartedly to the other people in the room. In his head she was in the grip of an eye-rolling orgasm, bucking naked and drenched on his bed. But she was off-limits... his thoughts were private. Her fantasies had a tendency to get out of control sometimes. Sometimes they would be of the two of them dis...
Phan/ta*sy - 1. The image-making power: esp., the power of receiving and reproducing external impressions. Phantasy colliding with reality often bruises more than just an ego. I hate blind dates; they are the most enigmatic of societies mating rituals, and are fraught with hope, fear and unrealistic expectations. I have got to learn to say 'no', or at least...