Abigail didn't know it was possible to fall in love so quickly. Yet here she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Jonathan was quite unlike anyone she'd ever met. He spoke with such confidence and authority; his sexy southern accent practically melted her whenever he called. His creative mind impressed her even though it sometimes kept her off bal...
Chapter 08 – The Morning After Dear Reader: This story presents adult situations in graphic detail. It is not suitable for anyone under 18 years of age. The characters and situations in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual people, places or events is coincidental. Consciousness arrived slowly, but gently. The young woman didn't...
I awoke in a jail cell. My head was pounding and I was still handcuffed. I was laying on my side on a mattress that had a faint odour of urine. Sitting up slowly, I looked around to see if anyone else was in the cell with me or if anyone was outside my cell waiting for me. Nobody. I was completely alone from what I could tell. Suddenly I remembered the no...
It was ten after three in the afternoon on a totally fucked up day in June. David Stone wasn't supposed to be home until five thirty at the earliest, but he had been laid off from his job of ten years. He had come back from a lunch meeting to find a note on his desk that the boss wanted to see him To make a long story short, sales were down and someone had...
********************************** By Filthykat This story is about a man who meets up at an anonymous hook-up with another man who proceeds to dominate him for the night. It is hoped there will be continuing chapters detailing the rest of his evening's carnal pleasures. It contains graphic gay, bondage and domination themes so if you do not appreciate t...
This story is not intended for underage reading. Please leave feedback and vote for the story. Thank you and enjoy - slavemaster Thanks again to mollee for her work editing Part 1 Drinks in the city. We had never really spoken in high school, but when we ran into each other in the city we decided we should catch up on old times. After all we were from a...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
There you were; wrists and ankles in the stiff, heavy 3" wide black leather, wrapped snugly about your wrists and ankles, bound to the rings set in the side of the cross. You stand there in your dark blue skirt, powder blue blouse, fishnet stockings and 5" heels, you still feel very naked though as I look upon you bound helpless to the cross. Me...I stand in...
"So I've always wondered..." Mandy's voice petered out. She thought of herself as a liberated woman and was surprised at how awkward it was to ask this question. Joseph looked attentive and waited patiently. "How does, uh, you know, Cialis work?" Joseph grinned. So that was it. He had noticed Mandy fretting about something for most of the evening. He had...
I should have known better than to follow her around the store for too long that afternoon. She was tall, probably around 6'3, in heeled boots, so she was likely 5'10" to 6'0" tall in her bare feet. Her hair was dark brown, curly, just touching her shoulders. In contrast, her eyes were a deep green. She wore a white business jacket, matching skirt and a silk...