Kourtney felt her hands shaking as she raised a fist to knock at the door. What had she done? She fondled Missie in public for anyone to see, and clearly Missie had enjoyed it or she would have said something or screamed or anything... but the way she responded is what bothered Kourtney even more. Missie began to fondle herself in the same exact way that Kou...
"Bye Papa, bye Mummy, please be careful and have fun..." Sandya closed the door of the car, and it silently rolled out of her double story house. The guard immediacy closed the door and discreetly vanished in to his guard's room by the side of the imposing main gate. At last her aged and domineering in laws were going away for two weeks. She felt liberated...
She stared out the car window at the lights on the houses that they drove past. Red and blue and white light bounced off the snow and skipped across its surface before being swallowed by the darkness. Reindeer, snowmen, angels, and plastic Santa's stared back at her from front yards, picture windows, and rooftops, each a silent sentinel of the holiday season...
The girl woke with the distinct feeling that something was wrong. Not seriously wrong, but awkward somehow. Through the haze of sleep she realized that she was splayed out on her back. She never slept on her back. Her pose of choice during slumber was curled on her side, her arm tightly wrapped around a pillow. And yet, she had woken on her back, and all of...
Princess. That's what daddy said 'Regina' meant, and that's how she was treated all her life. Having never been denied anything, she now had to ask permission to eat, drink, use the toilet or have an orgasm. Yet she'd never felt so serene, so warmly content, so whole- as if submitting and obeying him were hard wired into her brain. Carlo's dominance filled...
Frank's knee bounced nervously as he sat on the park bench waiting for his date. He hoped Justin would look something like his photo on the AugNET dating app so he could pick him out of the milling crowd. He equally hoped he noticed his tall and thin beanpole-like build in the sea of people out for the afternoon on the Jersey boardwalk. At the very least, he...
Uncle Bartholomew, my true friend as his name means, has been gone a year and I have finally brought myself to pack up his belongings. Barth and I were friends, confidantes, and lovers. I know some think an uncle and a niece could not be lovers but Barth was my mother's stepbrother and there was no real blood relation, so we never thought our love was taboo....
Author's Note: This story has a slow build up over many chapters. Jason groaned as he stepped off the bus. He couldn't believe his parents made him transfer schools in the middle of his senior year. And even then his new school was hundreds of miles away from anyone he ever knew. He thought of the girls he had left behind. Jason always felt that he was just...
This is a story about an affair between El Muy Lorenzo, a 36-year old Assistant Professor in the Department of Shitology at U-TRASH, and N, a brilliant 23-year old undergraduate student. It is told through Lorenzo's conversations with his psychiatrist Dr. Shitsteak. We should say a few words about N, but the reader must respect the fact that what we relate...
You are led by the hand to a room. You can't make out any of the details because your eyes are completely blindfolded. You hear the door shut and a lock being turned. He comes closer to you. You feel a glass at your lips and smell the scent of wine. "Keep your hands at your sides and do only what I tell you. I control the pleasure this evening," he says, "...