(Author's Note: This is a multi-part story of a BDSM affair.) Part One Julia stood on the snowy sidewalk for a long time looking at the whip in the shop window, wondering whether she had the courage to go in. This was silly. It was just a whip, a gag, a joke for her friend Lynn, and this was just a shop that sold leather goods along with its jewelry, not s...
Sitting down for dinner was an experience in itself for all four of them, Jim dressed too formally, Dave in jeans and a T-shirt -- him, oddly, the best dressed for a casual meal. It was not a big occasion but Alex was the most masculine out of all of them, a ladies suit cupping her form... Or was it a men's suit? Either way, she wore it well, loosening the b...
Readers, This is a completely fictional account. Cheating is never encouraged, although sometimes if the consequences are handled with maturity and reason, can lead to unexpected results. These two couples exemplify it. Again, not the ideal way to do things, but... ************************************************************************************ WELCO...
Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * The lights in the rear view mirror were blinding him. They were closer with each second that passed. More lights, this time in front of him. He braked hard and turned the wheel. The noise as he went through the hedge filled his head. He was bumping then rolli...
Shock, like a physical force, rolled through the room. Mykal felt it slam through his body as his mind tried to make sense of what the king had just said, yet he was still able to take in every detail in the room. From his subconscious came another burst of information. [Don't let any of them leave.] As he 'heard' this, what he saw was enough to make him m...
Around 4 a.m., with my arms around Becky's warmth, my face nestled in her hair, I sank into a deep, Mariana Trench sleep. A sleep so ocean deep, nothing, short of a bomb planted by Jacques Cousteau under the bed, would wake me up. When I finally cracked opened my eyes, the clock next to the bed said it was 5 a.m.. After blinking out the blurriness, I reali...
*This is the first part of a developing erotic horror story, which started as an online conversation, with the girl of my dreams who eventually turned out to be like the stuff of dreams only an unrealised fantasy. With her in mind I am writing this tale. I welcome any criticism, editorial comments or storyline ideas * * The black Jaguar snarled a metal roa...
[This story is an affectionate homage to the late Gene Rodenberry, and to the fine cast of the original TV series "Star Trek". Nothing in this story is to be taken as representing the actual sexuality of any of the actors in real life – it's just meant to be a bit of fun. Any resemblance between characters in this story and the fictional crew of the USS Ente...
The Garbage Queens, pt 2 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. There are mistakes; expect to find many of them. Chapter 26 Mrs. Kim and her two sons, Buddy and Bobby Kim, and her d...
Mykal strode down the marble floored hallway, his dress uniform boots ringing out with each step. He had always thought that the dress uniforms were a little excessive, but now that he understood more about how it was important that high ranking officers needed to look the part just as much as they needed to know the part he was not as critical of them. Besi...