It's Something We Needed to Talk About This is an alternate sequel to an earlier story by the same title written by a wonderful writer Nici. She has generously given her permission to allow others the chance to work with her characters in offering an alternate ending to her story. I feel compelled to develop an alternate outcome to these characters I find i...
"Don't you knock?" Mike did not feel taken aback by these words, despite having just stepped over the threshold of his own home. He was already so stunned that they barely registered. Sitting before him - sprawled on his sofa - was a vision of the sort that, until now, he had witnessed only in his fantasies. Mike was a small-minded man, unimaginative and i...
I arrived at my hotel and got checked in. There was a bar downstairs in the hotel, so I thought it might be nice to have a drink before I went to bed. I had brought my Rachel clothes with me, at least, my lingerie and make up. I didn't really have a dress, but I had bought a shirt that definitely looked a bit girly, and with a pair of jeans, and my hair done...
I have always had a fascination of Pauline Réage's 'The Story of O' -- and the film(-s) -- and the Crepax Comic about it. In the following I have tried my hand in a sort of updated 'fantasy' over the same subject. I hope you will enjoy it -- and excuse errors etc. as English is not my native tongue. You are welcome to repost, but please have the courtesy to...
Chapter 1. The station name even sounds cold enough to freeze you. Rannoch Moor. It's the remotest stop on the rail line from Perth, in the south to Inverness, gateway to the Highlands of Scotland. The old guard aboard this last service of the day was drinking his tea as they got closer to the place. Rarely did anyone alight here and never at night. The...
Things settled into a bit of a groove over the next couple of months. Every other Wednesday night amber and I would head to Ms. Linda's condo for cleaning duty. She would take the key to amber's cage and put it in a block of ice which amber would try her hardest to melt on the way home. While there were few repeats of her awkward throwing style she would tak...
Zeus said nothing as he guided her by the hand out of the conference room and back down the escalator. They took a turn and went deeper into the bowels of the convention center. There was a hallway with men in the white tees and black pants at each doorway. Zeus led her to one and opened it and led her inside. They both ignored the door slave. Zeus probably...
"Mistress Kathy Products customer service. This is Carol. How may I help you?" "Hello! Yes, I'm having trouble with one of your products." "Really? I'm so sorry to hear that, sir. We stand by all of our products. Which of our fine pleasure devices is giving you trouble?" "The, uh, the SBU-590." "The automated self-bondage unit?" "Yes. Yes. Um, yes." "I...
Sorry for the massive delay, but real life events coupled with a biblical scale writers block stopped me from writing. This is about revision twenty of the same part of the story. It's not near perfect, but I will get nowhere unless I move forward. Also I do intend to make this into some sort of book after I get better at writing and can really hammer out...
Maida grit her teeth as she lugged the heavily laden basket of potatoes back to her parent's house. The sun had not yet burned off the early morning fog and the young woman relished the cool mist. Summer had fully set in and the sun spared no mercy for those that worked the fields. Maida grunted and lifted the basket higher, lean muscles tensing under the lo...