November, 2007. Our second date. I lead Ian to the dining room and seat him on the chair, looking deep into his eyes. I start to strip him of his clothes, first scarf, then tie, slow buttons, never losing his gaze. Trappings released, I pull the rest off him, pants around his ankles till he somewhat quickly kicks them off... Still in my tight, clinging dr...
"Oh, how ironically, fucking appropriate. I'm in Hell for sins of the flesh, and with my flesh I must record my sins. Delicious." ~snick of a knife to get blood for ink~ To begin with, introductions are in order. I am Viscount Reynold Alexander Volta Chanticleer, called "The Bastard" by most. And the very first thing you need to know about me is, most of...
Please read Chapters 1 and 2 in this series before embarking on this literary journey with Candace and me and our new friends. It will be a wise and enjoyable use of your time, promise... * Candace and I somehow managed to keep our hands and mouths off of each other for the remainder of the day, and we found ourselves at the door to a stately Victorian h...
Preface Inmate Number 51793, quite the Study in Lunatirical Science- she is composed today. She watched me peer at her through the pie-hole in the door. Her eyes are stark and blue, and they have fixated on me with a distinctly sane clarity. Meeting her gaze- somehow the lunacy and incoherent gestures are less terrifying than this eerie lucidity....
Perhaps you cannot hear anyone scream in space, but the silence that fills that void is deafening. An assault upon the eardrums greater than any high pitched expletive or mighty cannon roar. My head reverberated. Blood pounding twin staccato against my temples, rushing through the migraine narrowed passage ways with a ceaseless pressure born of despair. I w...
Julie sighed as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat down and took a sip reflecting on how quickly things had changed. She and her mother lived together in a quaint cottage style home. The small insurance settlement, after her father's accident, had gone for funeral expenses and a car. Nevertheless, they had managed by living a frugal live style. Now...
For the first time in years I can say with all honesty that I was a bad girl. I did it intentionally. I wanted Master to punish me, and I did all I could to get what I wanted. I just expected my punishment to be different. When Master took me to the local fetish club, and I started exaggerating how much my spankings hurt, I expected Him to beat me harder in...
Hello friend, I know I said I was going away, but I realized I had parting thoughts that I didn't think I could leave in my head. It's not much of a secret to anyone who's read anything I've written here that my stories tend to tug at my reader's emotions. In fact, that's probably one of the number one sentiments expressed in the many comments and emails I'...
I thought of Val when I went home and the next day. I felt bad that she had to express her sexuality by blowing horny young landscapers in the parking lot of a bar. The Jersey Shore is a beautiful place, but family-oriented and traditional. It's a summer resort area. Once you go over the bridge from the barrier island, it is small towns and becomes quite ru...
[This story has many aspects and could have also been listed under the Mature and Fetish categories, among others. It has some references to bodily functions, so if that bothers you, I suggest you read no further. All characters in this story are well over 18 years old.] Millie reveals her perverse longings to Dotty who finds the ideal solution When Mrs. M...