This is my first go at writing a story like this. I'm aware that the characters are rather two-dimensional, but I'm not really aiming at realism. Feedback is appreciated. With apologies to Joe Orton. All characters in this story are over 18 ********** Being a substitute teacher is ordinarily an unforgiving occupation even at the best of times. Trying to...
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. Thanks to Stephen Strange for the original idea. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback, and try my best to reply to it all. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. * From the comfort of the bed, Adrian looked Claire up and down, taking in the captivatin...
I immediately felt the pressure leaving my body, and as soon as I managed to get rid of the restraints, I rushed to the bathroom to do my thing, leaving Stephanie behind. Being free after all those hours was beautiful and I could relax myself. "Monica." She called as I flushed the toilet. "Yes?" "Could you please help me?" I was taken aback by the reque...
Victoria and I were together, inside one of the more deluxe BDSM themed suites at Bound Kitten club. Roughly twenty minutes remained before the gang of six(the mega-lottery winning dock worker group) was scheduled to arrive. I had spent most of the latter part of the afternoon preparing myself. Victoria was dressed in a full body black fishnet catsuit with...
Mc sf mf ff Short Description: A moment of clarity, after a life of nymphomaniac numbness. +++ I came. I was enjoying the warm afterglow of orgasm. My head was lying on Robb's chest; Abby cuddled up with me, her tits softly nudging my back, her arm resting on my waist, her hand stroking Robb's exhausted cock. "Charlene?" Abby whispered. "Yeah, sweetie...
Cassandra stumbled through the forest, shadows racing onwards around her as dusk settled over the whispering trees. The outfit chafed her; sweat stuck inside the leather, rubbing against her skin and making walking uncomfortable. She considered taking off the skintight leather and walking barefoot through the forest, as the ground beneath her seemed reason...
Nicole Sherzinger stood in her dressing room, naked and admiring her own reflection. The room was a relatively small, octagonal room leading off her main bedroom and every surface in the room ( walls, floor and ceiling) was totally mirrored. She leaned forward, admiring the way her breasts stayed perfectly pert and started to clip an ear ring in place and sp...
Author Note: I've included a bit of backstory to this one in case I want to expand it in the future. Hopefully it doesn't take away too much from the story and you enjoy it. I welcome all positive and negative feedback. ****** Eyes struggling open to the sound of her alarm, she flailed around in a failed attempt to turn it off. Most mornings would be spen...
She came like a genie out of a bottle, almost less a part of the real world than something summoned by Peter's questing mind, his fantasies, his nightmare. It was December, bracing cold in the winter snow, even with the padding he wore underneath his spider-suit. He'd stopped on a rooftop momentarily to soak in the steam coming off a heating unit, rubbing wa...
Every time he gripped a webline, every time his fingers extended to clutch a wall and haul him up a building, Peter felt the ring on his finger. And he knew that there was another, just like it, on Mary Jane's finger. He goddamn loved it. He was going to be a good husband, a good man, one day—a good father. Another flick of his wrist; he let momentum whip h...