Author's note: Chapter 5 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. The Perfect Pieces - Chapter 05 "We'll start you with a suncatcher," I said excitedly. We were in my workshop and I had a willing apprentice. It didn't hurt that she was also gorgeous and liked the Grateful Dead. I went to the file cabinet where I stored patterns. I was way past usin...
Note: The following is an "edge play" fantasy, which means things like infection and accidentally severed veins and arteries do not happen, and the characters magically heal just like they do in action films. NOT SSC and NOT intended as a description of BDSM lifestyle. ***** The door opened and Hugo looked up from the screen of his notebook, which display...
The day had swept by in a flurry of anticipation. Barbara had been worrying about what was going to happen when she finally met her friend from the net, John. They had been messaging and emailing one another for over a year but because of commitments on both sides they had never had the chance to meet. That night was going to change all that. Barbara had be...
Paul tried desperately to push the socks out of his mouth using his tongue, and finally managed to spit them out, where they rolled onto the floor. Gasping for breath, he tried again frantically to remove himself from his chains, but they were too strong. At that moment, the door opened again and the blonde woman together with the original brown haired woma...
PART II: DECORATION "That was quite a modeling show you put on there, Draguette! The crowd was happy, the winning bid was substantial, and I made a lot of money off of you! Draguette opened her eyes, slowly coming to her senses. The voice from afar was none other than Jane's. They were back in Jane's special tattoo parlor. Draguette was on a tattoo table;...
Riding my pushbike to work one morning last week, I was delayed when a twig protruding from a shrub by the path dislodged the chain. I needed to stop the bike and untangle it from the derailleur gear sprocket on the back wheel. It would be a straight-forward operation. My brother taught me and his two other sisters how to maintain and repair our own bicycles...
MY FIRST FUCK INTRODUCTION I was 18 yrs of age and that summer of 1951 was to be the time of my education. Mother had acquiesced to her best friends enquiry, as to whether, during the college holidays, I could carry out some of the more menial tasks of which her husband usually took care. Mrs Jean Goodyear's husband Tom, was serving overseas as was my fath...
Appetizers She stood at the kitchen counter silently cutting up vegetables for supper. It had been a long day. She had arrived home before him; changed into a one of his comfortable old T-shirts and begun to prepare supper. The house was quiet and she was lost in her own thoughts. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on her. She was mentally and physi...
Jessica bumped into Kris at a departmental store where she had gone to pick up a few things. He looked a changed guy as far as appearance went, so much so that she was doubtful whether it was her college mate but he recognized her immediately. "Hi Jessy, you haven't changed a bit. You look the same after, what 5 years?" he asked. "Yes Kris, five years it m...
I was the only guy who had signed up for the Lingerie Design. Fourteen girls and me learning about the rudiments of female underwear making. It may have been surprising that more of the blokes on the Design degree course had not been attracted by this, but there had been strong hints from the dragon-like course tutor that men, particularly straight ones, wer...