"So, I found this," Kristy said. She showed me a flyer that looked like it had been outside all winter. I squinted at it, trying to make sense of the faded text and grainy photos. "What is it?" "The thing I was telling you about. The casting call. I couldn't find it online, but the flyer was still there on the dorm bulletin board. If you're still looking f...
How could I know where this path would lead? She seemed like most any other woman. Yes, there was a strange depth to her, a mysteriousness about her sensuality. And when I first made the move, I was confident, brash, and sure of my own prowess as I swept her off her feet. But I had no way of knowing... Oh that first night, the stolen blissful moments of th...
The heat from his body was enough to send my own body into a state of arousal. He had this sickening power over me, something I couldn't control but damn if I wasn't going to make him suffer as much as I did. There we were, lying on the couch together. Our bodies facing different directions. The blanket over us shielded any stares we would have gotten as his...
(((Thank You my Master, for making my life complete. Thank you, strayangel, for your guidance and inspiration.))) * Always it is the same scene. i am wearing nothing but a smile, a joyous smile as i wait in anticipation for my Master to walk through that door. I am kneeling, facing the door, the smooth curve of my butt resting on my heels. My hands are lik...
On 9th July 1984, Stephanie Butler wakes up to the tune of Blondie singing on the radio: One way, or another, I'm gonna find you I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you One way, or another, I'm gonna win you I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you... Stephanie fumbles to turn off the alarm and stumbles out of bed, failing to notice one of her nippl...
After several hours of driving, she's finally there. She parks her car across the street from the small house and gets out of her car. Her excitement has slowly turned to pure anxiety over the past few hours, and now she's shaking with nerves. She can't seem to catch her breath. A sound startles her, and she cries out before she realizes that the sound is he...
I sat in the chair and watched. I was naked, my cunt was sore and I just wanted to rest. I sat with my foot pulled up onto the seat of the chair, my chin resting on my knee. The window was cracked allowing a cool October wind to blow through our room. Only the night table lamp was on by the bed, casting shadows around the room. I pulled on my cigarette and w...
It was a Monday night. I remember this distinctly because Raw had gone off 10 minutes prior. It wasn't any big fancy date, we had just gone out and gotten some Popeye's ... Spicy chicken (I usually prefer mild but I guess I was feeling daring this night) biscuits and red beans and rice. Fattening ... too many carbs ... who gives a care, it was good. An eveni...
That night was a turning point in my psyche. As I sat there alone in the bar casting my eyes around at the lovely dancers strutting their stuff on the centre table a pretty face caught my eye. She was staring at me from the opposite corner and as our eyes met she smiled softly. She was really pretty with hair dressed like a Japanese doll and wearing a pink l...
Lyn felt the vibrations of the engines traveling through the deck, into the pit of her stomach. At least that was what she was trying to tell herself. She couldn’t be nervous could she? The night was still and the moon was full. They were sitting at table for two, lit only by candles, on the top deck. When he offered to take her out, it was not dinner on a...