Apologies to my Jewish readers if I got the details of Hanukkah wrong. This lapsed Catholic did the best he could, but Sunday school was an awfully long time ago! The sun was long gone as Annie stepped out of the cold and into the lobby of the community center. She wasn't surprised to find only one event listed on the waffleboard just inside the door: "Chri...
Author's Note: So it's been a long time since I last posted. This story began in 2015, was edited by GaiusPetronius through the first half or more, and recently, I finished it and have self-edited the last bit. Hopefully it still flows. Any errors are, of course, mine. All characters engaged in sexual acts are, as always, over the age of 18. Anything i...
Prologue "Hey Sim, are you doing anything Monday night?" "Hey Gin, Monday, the 14th?" A pause. "No, nothing special. Why?" "Couple of the girls and I are having a little impromptu gathering in the green room. Be nice if you stopped by." A short pause, then: "Jason's cool with it." Jason was the Company Manager, and if he wasn't cool with it just yet, he s...
Author's Note: I submitted this story within the Erotic Horror category for two reasons. First, there is at least one scene involving violence and bloodshed. Second, the explicit scenes are intended to be as disturbing as they are arousing, if not more so. Although there are several other possible categories, it is my hope that the majority of readers will...
ONE Janet needed passport sized photos. She was nearly broke again; her housecleaning jobs were poor paying and infrequent, and the guru kept pressing--oh, so spiritually--for larger and larger contributions to the ashram. Now applying for a new job--any job--she was finding that all the agencies required voluminous resumés and documentation, including phot...
Hey folks...I just wanted to start out by saying thanks for another great year. It was a year full of changes and highs and lows. Among the highs were getting a lot of great letters and e-mails from you, telling me what you liked and even what you didn't about my stories. Among the lows were losing my long time editor and friend to health problems. But this...
Prologue: 21st April 2013 My name is Jim Baines. Born in Nottingham, England, October, 1978. White. Male. Thirty-four years old. Eleven stone, six pounds as of last Saturday. Five-feet eleven. And honest, with it. Could have said six feet and, well, it's not like you'd have ever known, is it? But I've always had a thing about accuracy. A bit OCD maybe. Lik...
"What the hell man? It's almost 9:30 and I asked you to be here before 9." "Mike, I had a good evening and I don't feel like hearing your crap. Be happy that I got here when I did. All you need to do is throw on some dirty ass jeans, a decent shirt and go! How hard is that?" "I'm about sick of you. You need to turn that attitude down or--" "Or what, Mike?...
Warning: Parts of this series may contain violence, coercion, extortion, blackmail, non consensual sex, same sex copulation, derogatory terms, interracial sex, political statements, cheating and a lot of other stuff good boys and girls should not read (on porn websites). If any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't waste your time reading this....
Prologue: In case this is the first of my stories you've read, there are a few things I've skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I've written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online. My name is Pepper Rodgers. I'm a 19-year-old Domme, living...