Chapter 7 "Busted" The hours turned into days and the days into weeks as they spent every free moment they could together. Most the time they would drive around, take in the scenery and enjoy each other's attention. Ultimately they would end up parking and allowing natural expressions to escape them. On one occasion they found them selves at a local park. A...
The girl was awake. Her dark-rooted blonde hair stuck to her face. Cobalt blue eyes, long since accustomed to the dark, no longer struggled for focus. Was it morning? Evening? Mid-afternoon? She refused to allow her frazzled mind be concerned with this annoyance. "Time," she thought...then let it go. Even the dank basement no longer offended her. She was, in...
Victoria took great pleasure in preparing for the club; her pussy tingling and swelling sweetly as she felt the soft black leather on her legs on slipping the tight leggings on. Tonight she would wear a black silk top and black stilettos and carry a short whip which was attached to her shoulder bag; she had chosen not to look too extreme on her first night,...
This is the Book of Lovers, of which there are 69. Foreword _______________________________________ [0] It's been almost a year. Almost a year — since our old friends called me up, since my family sent me texts of condolences, since even the occasional supportive gesture from a stranger. "How to move on from the death of a loved one." I keep a little fol...
(Note to the reader: This is the fourth and final chapter of the second part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." The first part is titled "Fear and Lusting." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome. Look for the final part, called "After All" - co...
Ch. I: Murder in 33-B Los Angeles, 1957 The moon hung low in the April sky and looked like it could have sweated all that rain. The streetlamps reflected up from the rain puddles lining 16th street in the City of Angels -giving water the edge found in fishnet stockings. Like the steam pouring from the street centers, the steam from the train station was wh...
Chapter Four: Felony Dressing Cassie for her role had been the subject of much conversation and consternation during her training. She needed to dress in attire suitable for her to safely ride her bike and she needed to look attractive to the other bikers; but she couldn't look like 'fender fluff', she needed credibility. She and Natalie had finally decide...
Chapter One: Cassie Cassie woke up feeling hungover, hungry, thirsty, beaten and abused. She was still chained to the billiard table in the Beasts of Burden Motorcycle Club clubhouse. She rubbed her ankle where the chain was manacled to her leg. Her nylon stocking had worn through and her skin was red and bleeding. Had it really been four days? Cassie s...
Debbie arrived for his counseling session with his therapist Anne O'Malley at 8 pm. As he sat in the waiting room dressed in his maroon, Laura Ashley, wide-wale corduroy dress he wondered why Anne suddenly wanted him to dress in drag for a session. He was puzzled too by the fact they were meeting at night. That had happened only once before due to an emergen...
'Are you sure you're ready to test your limits?' I nodded. 'The safe word?' 'Asbestos.' Jim looked at me grinning, candlelight bouncing off his chin and giving him a devilish look as he lifted the candles causing hot wax to run down my breast. 'Test your Limit' was a new idea of Jim's. When he started acting as my dom, he had made me fill in a sheet lis...