Chapter 8 I tremble in exhaustion. The blindfold teases me with hints of sight. The only sounds are what I can hear through my own body, the plugs blocking everything else. The numbing magic covers almost my entire naked skin. The areas left uncovered, where I can still feel, are predictable - between my legs, my nipples, and of course the cold metal enc...
Summer is the season for spending time at the pool. This summer was no different. It wasn't a scorching hot day, but hot enough that the pool in the back yard was very tempting. Unfortunately for Ben, there was still work to be done. Ben was a graphic designer by trade, and worked from home. He was currently working on some concept art for an indie game stu...
Chapter 1 - Hidden Cameras "Aaaaand..." Johnson drawled, as he pulled back the vertical blinds and opened the sliding door, "...the balcony and the view." Amber stepped out on to the balcony. The view was indeed great. She turned around and leaned against the balcony rail, and looked at Johnson keenly. "I guess I just want to feel that you'll be faithful...
One morning Nika went to hunt for fresh meat like she often did. But by mid-afternoon she hadn't returned. Even though Vincent was worried, he knew that lately she had had to walk farther than usual to find meat. Her constant hunting had already killed much of the small game around their camp. But when dusk arrived and she was not back, he really became wor...
Chapter 9: Back On the Clock After the symphony ended, Sue collapsed in exhaustion. She wasn't sure how long she slept, but knew that she had one of the best wet dreams she could ever remember. A substantial damp spot darkened the seat of her desk chair. She checked the remote and all it said was "Nocturnal Delight." She felt like she had been visited by so...
Casting the dismal memory of Marina aside, he looked at his watch. Nine o'clock. Much too early for bed. Or at least, for his own bed. He turned to the back pages of his contacts book and made a few calls. After three invitations to leave a message after the tone and one sorry, I'm washing my hair, he gave up. He knew of one or two watering holes where his a...
The Dean peered through the closed Venetian blinds in his office window, observing the young teacher nervously pacing in his stifling waiting room. She was beautiful and hot, wearing a gauzy summer skirt with a tight jacket over a blouse, her smooth tawny skin perspiring. He was ready for her, but preferred to keep her waiting. Coming from a another institut...
Author's Note: Although I've tried to make this story stand alone as much as possible, I would encourage you to read the first installment of The Scholarship in order to enjoy fully this next chapter of Sarah's story. * I was astonished at how fast the first semester seemed to be flying by. Ever since receiving the $5,000 grant from Miranda Steele to pay t...
My name is Oscar Cooke. This is a story of something that happened a couple of years ago which caused me tremendous anguish and heartache although the good thing, if such is possible, is that I found out about it just before my wedding and not after. Other people close to me were adversely affected by this event, so it was quite far reaching and damaging. A...
Brad Michaels felt great when he got out of bed that morning, because he knew that day would be one of the best of his life, maybe better than any up until that time. He was going over to see Janet Green, the hot divorced woman who lived down the block from his parents' house in a nice suburban neighborhood, something he had been looking forward to ever sinc...