The floor is cold under your knees, bare concrete, but smooth. You can feel the cool metal of the handcuffs behind your back and can just make out the shadow of your Master in the dim light. "Did you miss me, baby?" Your body trembles in the cool air, naked from where your clothing has been cut from you with a knife, nipples achingly hard from a mix of the...
Although they only lived a few miles apart in a suburb of a big city they had never met in person. Well tonight that was about to change. She had never met her young cyber lover, and was feeling horny thinking about him. As she sat at home that night. She knew he worked out at a school nearby running on the Football field. She went there that cool spring e...
'God DAMN him!' The woman in the red dress was hiding in the shadows on top of a building, and had been for most of the evening. She had received a directive, through her employer, from a man named Albert Wesker, who had used her for a few missions in the past. He had asked her to meet him here at precisely 1:00 AM. He was late...he was always late, but th...
"Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream" ― children's nursery rhyme Yuri Oscar Ulisov. "Stupid name," thought Randall. "Fuckin' foreigners," he cogitated, the same way he had thousands — perhaps tens of thousands — of times in the past. What else could he do? Sixty-two years in the same go...
I wake up in a small strange concrete room, still wearing the pink latex that Master Brent bought for me but this time without the hood or the gag. I look down and see masters foot on the concrete floor tapping. As I look further up I see his tall muscular body dressed in tight leather and the big smirk on his face as he says "well looks like our little bitc...
Authors Note: This story was inspired by several people. The first and hence most important person is Jeri Ryan. She plays the role of the Aunt in this story, and just to warn you, it gets hard. I use the word hard in reference to my own sliding scale, so it may not turn out to be as hard as you are used to. This is my first story with a theme of control/ra...
Inspired by the athletes they had watched in the Olympic Games, Dominic Scalia Jr. and Chad Anderson went out for their middle school swim team. Both boys proved to be adept swimmers that specialized in the freestyle stroke. Of course there was friendly competition between the boys. Both families faithfully attended swim meets and the competitions were duly...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 50). This story c...
~~Jack~~ If there was one way he was going to die, it'd be between two dangerous women. Antoinette's tiger eyes returned, with all the ferocity and rage of when Lucas had crashed her ball. Like a crushing storm, being so near her shook him to his core as the rage poured off of her, buried him in rolling thunder that vibrated his bones and pulled his gut up...
Peter sat in shock as he listened to his fiancée finish her statement. His anger surged through his body. Pete was driving to the show for their regular date when he asked Polly if she wanted to take a week and go camping with him after her college classes ended next month. Polly said, "Pete you know I am leaving the day after classes are over. Shelly, Emma...