Author's Note: This is a continuation of Nighttime Confessions. It can probably stand on its own, but might make better sense if you have read the earlier story first. This is not a stroke story. There is very little sex and a lot of emphasis on emotions. If you don't like this type of story save yourself time and go elsewhere. I had a lot of fun with thes...
I'll admit it: it's been ages since I've posted anything. I went back to school, earned a degree and started a new career since my last story, and so I'm just putting a short one act piece out there to dip my toes in the water, as it were. mistake: an action or judgment that is misguided or wrong. "I won't let you throw our marriage away because of one stu...
You stood up slowly, grasping the end of the leash in your hand. You jerked the leash to signify that I should follow you and so I crawled with you through to the kitchen. Once there, you left me in the kneeling position while you secured a long piece of chain to the oven handle. You ordered me to crawl towards the oven and stand up. Kneeling down, you secur...
ONE Lynn Easton MD was uncomfortable being on this side of the desk. Even if the person on the other side was Fiona Lorimer, a colleague and friend. Fiona had done her psych residency at the same time as Lynn was doing her OB, and now both were full time Attending Staff at the General. But she was desperate. It had been humiliating to come to Fiona in the...
My wife dominates me. There, I said it. There is no point anymore beating around the bush about it, so I just said it. It started about four years ago. At first, it was just a playful exchange where we'd take turns. Sometimes Karen would play the part of being submissive, and other times I would. Then, as we experimented more, we discovered that I enjoyed...
(The following script is by a sweet submissive pain slut, who sat in a chair, figged, her own wet panties stuffed in her mouth, clothespins torturing her nipples, wrists tied together until she completed a script that I approved of in order to finally get permission for an orgasm. Thanks for the story, my horny slut!) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 f...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: There is no sex in this story. This is an attempt to examine some of the underlying causes of an affair and the emotions that might occur. I also wanted to explore the difficulties that might be encountered by a couple that try to save a marriage after an affair. Dear Phil, By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I find that I cannot go on...
Kickoff - Carly Makes Dumb Decisions When She's Drunk. Swoosh. Slam. Click. The concierge closed and locked the door and Carly got her first look at Amber's swanky digs. Shit. She felt sparks in her chest and heat in her stomach. Black fucking Barbie better not have screwed her. She wasn't drunk enough for this shit. Fuck. Her eyes alighted on the eleva...
You set up the rules and I agreed to them, even signed my name to them to make sure we both understood that my agreement was 100% consensual. These rules were set up so that I can learn to control my bratty behavior, my impulsiveness, my rude behavior. I need, desperately need, to have boundaries and, more importantly, have those boundaries enforced. 1. I...
"Voila!" Amy had just walked back into Naked City after a shopping trip. From a sports shop bag she pulled two elasticised towelling sweatbands, and dangled them in front of me with a look of triumph. "What did you buy them for?" I said. "For us", she said "But I don't play tennis." "We're not going to play tennis, silly. We're going to fuck in public."...