Savannah had always loved cheerleading practice. She could remember Dan asking her if she found the monotony of doing the same routines over and over again boring but the truth was that she had never felt more alive or felt more comfortable in her own skin than when practising her routines with her squad. Practice makes perfect was a common saying in the Mo...
As promised, part 3 of 4 of my lovely adventure into the unknown. This is the part that got a little bit dark, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. (No fictional characters were hurt during the writing, or reading, of this story.) I lost control. The worst thing to do right now is to leave her alone, to give her time to think, but I have to regroup. That w...
Not to be read unless you are 18 years or older. For adults only. Copyright Tony M * * * * * Part 1 The Turnaround Chapter 1 I am successful in businessman, and married to a wonderful wife. We are both very much in love, and always been very close, but somehow there was always something missing. Like many men, I had always had a fantasy of watching my...
My main fantasy has always been, for as long as I can remember, to be a slut at the beck and call of a guy; to be used and abused according to his whim. Most of my stories reflect this and I decided to go one step further and actually write a story in which I was a prostitute. Having visited Cuba, for scuba diving purposes, I had seen the ‘Jineteras’ plying...
Author's Note: Because of the length of this novel, I have decided to break it up, posting each "chapter" separately. This is my most recent reader request project that I have been working on since July. As always, I would like to thank the reader who worked with me on this idea and helped me bring the characters to life. Since this is a novel, there is go...
Not everything is exactly as it first appears I had sat there for an hour, just staring at the wall. Well perhaps not an hour probably just a few minutes, but it felt like an hour. It was a very ordinary wall, it had once been white, and I know it had been white because I had painted it myself, but now it was stained yellow-brown. I can only blame myself fo...
It was 9 in the evening and Anna had been sitting at the bar for over an hour now. She picked up her phone and glanced at her screen. No new messages. She calmly placed the phone back on the bar and took a sip of her beer. It had grown warm and flat; it tasted disgusting. She took a look around her and was reminded exactly why she disliked this place so much...
I added to the end of Chapter 3, so if you haven't read the extended version you might want to do so before you read Chapter 4. It's not critical to the story, so not totally necessary, but it's fun. ;) You can thank my fabulous friendly neighborhood editor for the addition, I have. ... Mike pulled into the hospital parking lot just in time. It had been a...
After picking up her panties, Heath handed them to Lila, along with her robe, and once she'd covered herself, he bent and picked up the leash handle. Shaking his head in disgust he led her from the room, telling her quietly as they left that she'd have to follow behind him at a respectable distance with her head bowed, in order to keep up the appearance of a...
This is straight up fetish nastiness, along the lines of "Margery" and "Maddy". There is no sensitive story telling. In fact, there's nothing redeeming here whatsoever. There is nothing remotely realistic here, despite there being several autobiographical ideas in this. But still: There's piss and poop in this story. Don't read further if toilet slavery bot...