Darla's life was tumbling out of control. Oh, things were going well at work, but her personal life was a disaster. She had not had a date in a year and she was slipping into a doomed relationship with a married man. Not to mention her 18-year-old step-daughter, Emma, was acting more like 28. That is, a 28-year-old who was willful, immature and aggressively...
As a freelance writer for various publications, I'm able to choose the topics I wish to write about. My interests are quite diverse and this is reflected in my body of work. Several years ago, while on vacation in San Francisco, I attended the annual Exotic/Erotic Ball. It was such an incredible experience that I submitted a lengthy POV piece to a local alte...
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. The characters in this story are the intellectual property of someone else. No revenue was generated from the posting of this story. In other words, it's just for fun. ______________ Ryu's kick barely grazed the top of her he...
"For fuck's sake, Todd, all I'm asking is that you do a little fucking housework. Why is this such a big deal for you?" Margaret was glaring at her husband, hands on her hips, as he sat on the couch, playing one of his dumb video games, like he'd been doing all week. She had hopped for once to come home from work to find the house at least half-way straighte...
Hello, my name is Barbie and I'm what I would call "sexually adventurous". Others would (and have) called me many other words. A few examples would be exhibitionist, tramp, cumbucket, slut, whore, cumslut, slave, fuckdoll, and (a personal favorite of mine) meat. I have been used in so many ways that I don't think I could even begin to remember them all. I'v...
I'd been working in the pub since I was just seventeen, collecting glasses at first. I was now eighteen and at Uni, but had taken a job there again for the summer. I had got to know some of the customers quite well, by name and of course what they drank. One in particular had caught my eye. John was maybe thirty something, tall and a bit distinguished but w...
The day after my old boss, Charlie, was finally transferred back to the Midwest, I skipped out on poker night, and Mike, Larry, and I went out to a bar in one of those chain restaurants to drink to his departure. We don't have anything in common except work, so after complaining about the job (and wishing Charlie a speedy funeral), we ran out of conversation...
I woke up early and went out to the kitchen to make coffee. There were low level under-cabinet lights in the kitchen so it wasn't dark but neither was it brightly lit. We were staying in a vacation rental place on the beach in La Jolla. We were here for a trade show and we were supposed to get things set up today because the show opened tomorrow. It was me,...
Part 1: The Meet The sun is setting and the sweat is falling. Exhaustion, relief, anger, calm, fear, love, peace... it's all usually felt within a session of vinyassa yoga. But this night was different. Not that those feelings didn't come up... of course they did! It's hard doing yoga! But, that said, the light just shone brighter on our way, my wife's hand...
It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new 'sister' Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave. You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst an...