The cold steel gave her goose bumps as she sat in her cage, naked and shivering. Normally, she lived in style with her handler and the rest of the girls on her handler's deep space cruiser, but every time he sent one of his girls in to see a client he insisted they be caged. He said it was "humbling," that clients didn't want to see their escorts arrive in m...
Sorry that this chapter has taken so long but I got sidetracked writing something else. The final chapter follows this and is already written. It will be posted as soon as this submission has been accepted. Votes welcome. It tells me what you like (and don't!). ___________________________ Sunday morning dawned. Harry looked out of the window as Kate rolled...
The early morning sun sat low on the horizon and cast it's warm light across a cloudless sky. Being a Saturday morning there wasn't much traffic and the vehicles that were out were able to travel at faster than normal speeds. One such car, a Nissan R33 GTR that was painted in a brilliant metallic blue, entered the interstate and quickly got up to speed befor...
Mike Fitzgerald surveyed the traffic and tried to estimate what time he would arrive at work. It was a game he played to fill time on his morning commute that could vary from fifty minutes to an hour and a half. The reason for the long drive was the decision he and his wife, Lynsay, had made to live in a small town well past the suburbs of the city where he...
Siobhan is an Irish name that is pronounced Shivahn. The character is often called Shiv by friends and family and Daisy by her husband, niece and nephew. A Death in Montauk Orlando Kimber wiped his feet on the doormat three times before using his key to enter his home. Closing the door behind him, he opened it a few inches, closed it again and repeated the...
Note to reader: This story is fiction. Copyright (c) 2019. If you have never been, the afternoon commute in southern California is terrible. Unlike the cities of New York and Chicago, with their fantastic public transportation systems, southern Californians need personal vehicles. Millions of people commute to work from one city to another and do not use pu...
Description: There is more than one way to reach nirvana, this is the tale of one woman's journey to the fringes of experience. There are transitional periods in life, markers that can point oneself in an utterly, new, and perhaps unsettling direction. Chapter One - Life She didn't know when she realized it, the sense of crushing ennui that finally shook...
Luck has everything to do with success. Some call it divine intervention. Natural abilities are nothing without the coincidences on which a life turns. It also matters who you know. In my case I stumbled onto some good people. Finally. In my darkest hour, hiding from every single person on the planet, I got a lifeline. ********* Then one foggy Christmas Ev...
Author's notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along. Thank you. ***** I stood there in shock for a moment, how the hell was I going to get into my building. Suddenly I realized people were disappearing from the wind...
I met Sammy in college. We were both freshmen attending Northwestern, where I was a Journalism major and she was Political Science. Our families both had some old wealth and we both had lower aspirations than our family's respective businesses. Our families were both Conservative and we each felt idealistic and were going to rebel from that. You could say...