The long days of the next week blurred into a sameness for Constance. She fell into a melancholy of the spirit, losing interest in reading and painting and all the other activities that had delighted her only a short while before. She slept late, and frequently napped her way through much of the afternoon, and the rest of the time was passed in absently wa...
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This is the story, actually, the factual relation of my first sexual relations with a woman. I was well past my eighteenth birthday when it happened. We, my mother, father and me, lived on the outskirts of a small Midwestern town, right in the bible belt. I was home schooled by my mother in the hours that she wasn't at church, so that I had no contact with o...
Dearest reader, I chronicle these humiliations at the demand of my master whose sole purpose in life seems to be to induce in me the greatest hysteria and humiliation his villainous mind can dream of. You can understand that as the doorman knocked at my chamber, announcing the arrival of the carriage, it was not only my heart that was aflutter. It was we...
Dedicated to Judith... Paris changed me. I’d arrived only a few weeks before, a fresh-faced British college girl on an exchange programme to find myself plunged fathoms-deep in a whirling world of light, laughter, copious drinking, and cynical, hedonistic love-making. They call Paris the City of Lovers. Maybe it is. I shared a small 3rd floor apartment on...
There are those moments between sleep and awake where the mind drifts back and forth between the conscious and the unconscious state. There is a hazy film over our conscious waking mind while our subconscious tries desperately to cling to the tendrils of our dreams. I drifted there for several minutes in that neutral reality between wakefulness and my dreams...
Prologue: This is a story written by adults for adults and contains adult language and mature sexual content. It involves no young children; however, it does involve a teenager slightly below the age of consent. It does involve mildly non-consensual sex but no overtly illegal activity. It is completely fictitious and is written solely to entertain and arouse...
+++++ Redeemers of the Fallen +++++ The following is my entry for the 2019 Halloween Story Contest. This is of course the sequel to the First Place winner from the 2016 contest, Sisters of the Fallen. While not strictly necessary to enjoy this new tale, I highly encourage you to read "Sisters" first so the personalities, histories, and motivations of the pr...
Six in the morning, I have to catch the early bus. It's still dark out as I wait at the bus stop. I'm a bit chilly in my white tee-shirt (With a big heart on the front) , a long (almost to my knees) denim-look-a-like skirt with some ruffles and two inch heeled sandals that lace all around my calves to my knees. I know today will be warmer, so I don't worry a...
Cam had never before realized that the layout in her apartment was so complicated. Racing around naked, bound, blindfolded and hobbled; she keeps bumping into walls and almost trips on the carpet twice. Sevda left almost half an hour ago and gave her a simple task. "Bring all your clothes out here." She indicated the black leather couch in the living roo...