I confess it freely and deny it not--I am a quibbler, and I love to quibble. That's copy editing. I say I won't mess around with plot, character or continuity. Those are the provinces of the author. I do the mechanicals--spelling, grammar, syntax, sentence structure. They are the off-putting little details that distract the reader, when the reader should b...
Nicholas couldn't take his eyes off the squirming and rattled Anna, sitting next to him. Her skin was a smooth creamy touch of bliss under his wandering finger tips. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been in love with his, out of control and more than slightly masochistic, best friend. But he'd always been sure to keep away, in a bid to protect fro...
The game we play is fun but tiresome. The back and forth you go through is driving me insane. You love him but are no longer in love with him and just trying to convince yourself that you are. You aren't though bc if you were we wouldn't do the things we do. You wouldnt have made the deal with me and you sure as hell wouldn't have let it get so far. You made...
Darkness slapped him out of his subspace, his body aching, his mind scrambling to grasp what had just happened to him, and his cock softened. Slumping forward, the leash choking him, he had to arrange his body to stop it. He found a safe position and within minutes sleep overwhelmed him. Her commanding voice awoke him. His eyes squinted; his head jumped abo...
Confessions, but mostly horny ramblings... So I've got myself down to this. Straight up confessions about my libidinous adventures, and not some piece of fiction, featuring my dirty fantasies, like the one I'm currently working on right now. It'll almost be as if I was talking to myself, though I hope someone will read this and relate at some level. You se...
As I sit here now in my office inside the church writing these online form of my memoirs I am taken back to a beautiful young wife that came in to confess of her dabblings in what was strictly considered BDSM back in those days. Now I realize along with the help of the internet and some of my other vast outlets that there are many different sects to this lif...
She came every week like clockwork. She always came in on the same day, same time and used the same confessional with the same priest to absolve her of her sins. It was like torture to him. He would pray every week after she left and learned that praying before he knew she would come, that it would give him strength and the power to resist the impure thought...
Prologue It all started on a nice weekend in the beach apartment of the parents of my friend. Lothar, the fiancé of my best friend Jana, was away on a military mission. Unfortunately for her she was alone for that weekend. I had separated from my former boyfriend just a month ago. On top of that I was still dealing with the aftermath of a bladder infection....
When he looked at the number on his cell phone, his hands immediately got sweaty and his heart began pounding in his chest. It was her again. The same girl. The one that made the dark, impure thoughts run through his head. He let it ring one more time to give himself a moment to calm down, then he answered. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned." The girl's v...
In this story I have used quotations to tell the stories, even if I cannot remember the exact phrases. I have also added some details to the stories because I could not retrieve them perfectly when writing my diary. If you want to enjoy the first part, it can be found from the Erotic Couplings section (or by clicking the author name above). Feedback is natu...