The Big Spill By Karin © 2001 It was on the Motorway between Manchester and Hull, I was trying to make it to the ferry port before my boat sailed to Rotterdam. The plan was to go to a big bike fest in Dusseldorf Germany, I'd been looking forward to the break for weeks. The last thing I remember before the accident was the traffic. It was fairly heavy rush h...
Ethan sat in Dr. Herbert's office waiting room with Mom, feeling terribly embarrassed and ashamed. Had he known he needed to get a physical before going to hockey camp he would have resisted the idea more firmly. He was filled with dread at having to be naked in front of the doctor. Finally they called his name and he walked stiffly through the door, past t...
I have known Myna for just over seven years now. I can't tell you much about how we met, the times or locations of our twice or thrice yearly assignations, nor, for that matter, any details that might identify her in any way. Suffice it to say that Myna is not her real name and, despite the title I chose for this account, she is not actually a real nurse. M...
Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 7; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. But it can be real. This is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This story has scenes in it that wi...
I awoke in pain. I had slept bound all night. And it also seemed that I had been hit with something to wake me up. Angela was standing over me with one hand on her hip and the other holding my bounds that I slept in. She was already dressed and ready to go. I looked around to make sure we were alone this morning, only to find we were but I was still in panti...
Chapter Twelve: And if I die before I wake... When I awoke, it was bright out. I was lying in a field, my overly full pockets bruising me. I heard a shout, and then the pounding of several pairs of feet running. The sun was in my eyes, and when someone's head suddenly blocked the glare I was left temporarily blind. I heard my name being called by a voice I...
Chapter Four: ...Doctor, Doctor Proctosis I Presume My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the door opening and a new voice entering the room with the secretary's. Self-consciousness swept through me again, but I kept my eyes in the corner pretending to be invisible, not wishing to offend. I had come to realize, though I was laden with shame from bei...
PART III: MEETING HYPO-LIAM The celebration did not last long. With an uproar, the doors to Jane's special tattoo parlor swung open and in came another set of six huge sumo wrestlers. They were carrying a man just as gingerly as they had carried in Draguette an hour before. They were followed by an equally raucous group of Chinese women, all elegantly dress...
She finally arrived, strolling up, smiling at the number of people waiting for her. An obvious exhibitionist and definitely a nymphomaniac, she never seemed to get enough sex. As already mentioned, in her mid 50's, a bit chubby, heavy pendulous breasts, long nipples and obviously an aroused clitoris that poked out in front of her long pussy lips as she wal...
Note: Originally written in 2000... A one off short story in my Knight Squadron series. *** Someone is sabotaging the Valkyrie fighters of the Luftwaffe. Or that's what Johann Strauss thinks, and he thinks he knows who it is too. Of course, it's a little more complicated than that. *** Part 1... The Valkyrie streaked back toward the base on the moon of...