Donna picked the magazine up off the floor and thumbed through it without looking. It crackled as she turned the first few curled and frayed pages. Something sticky dried there? Or just waterlogged? It was more than two years old, the movie star couple on the cover had long since divorced and moved on to new relationships, the starlet who'd lost 30 pounds on...
You hesitate as you board the shuttle bus. It was your last chance to abandon the weekend. Something about the risk made you feel alive and you resigned yourself to find a seat and settle in with your overnight bag. The clean and orderly bus slowly fills and you start on a short journey to the landscaped main gate of what will be your home for the weekend....
edited by Altenergy * She stood there, breathless, sweat running off her face and dripping down the front of her soaked shirt. Was she breathless from the workout, or was it because of who she was working out with? She took a moment and looked him over. He'd finally broken a sweat, but he wasn't nearly as winded as she was. She noticed as she watched him...
Your name is David. You live on your own, in a small flat in the centre of the city. You are 23 years old, 5 foot 10 inches tall, and you wear geeky looking glasses. This morning you were walking back from the bank when you spotted an old woman who had just dropped all her shopping. Deciding you had time, you went over and helped load her shopping back into...
a BDSM fantasy by The Technician (An epilogue / explanation follows this final chapter) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie...
Daydreams Into Reality That was one hell of a work week. I am so glad it's over. I can't wait to get home, shower and open a nice cold beer and do...nothing. It seems like it took forever to get from Monday to Friday. And all of the mindless meetings and inconsiderate assholes that were only too happy to pile on more work were no help either. Well, with any...
I am a clinical psychologist of some renown and for that reason; I choose not to put my name to this paper. I have a rather large list of patients and with offices in Beverly Hills; quite a few of these patients are famous. Down through the years I have seen many people with sexual problems, some would be defined as severe. It is these people that my paper i...
I. The Message Paul Norton sat in his dimly-lit room somewhere in the suburbs of Boston. He looked outside and saw a blizzard pounding the neighborhood. White-skinned and with blond hair, Paul suffered from an overactive intelligence which compelled him to notice things that other people did not. He disliked authority's instructions, and frequently called...
Pieces of light filter through the room from the crack in the bathroom door. A sliver is illuminated onto the closet mirrored door as sweat beads across my Dom's back. Slick skin glides next to mine as the anticipation of the next move courses through us both. A nervous glance passes between my lover and I as she takes my hand. This move in itself scares me...
(1) Jackie is hopelessly enslaved now, addicted to the orgasms and her fetish female clothing and makeup. (2) Johanna is her usual psychopathic self, molding and shaping Jackie to be her fantasy woman. (3) As always, it is best to read previous chapters to get the gist of Jack's transformation to Jaqueline. (4) This is not real, the characters not real ei...