I know everyone has their own preferences when it comes to BDSM. Please just remember that these are mine and I am telling it from my POV and my preferences. I know some people write to tell a good story, but I am not. I am just writing for me. I hope you enjoy! ***** Dropping to the floor in a surprisingly graceful and fluid motion, my Prince scurries t...
Ch 36 There's no place like home for the holidays Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 Early morning, Sunday, December 23rd Alessa.... I startled awake; my breathing started to slow as I stared at the ceiling fan, slowly turning, turning, turning. I looked at the clock. Too early to get up, too late to fall back asleep. Lying there, tr...
There was no way around it; I had fucked up, big time. First things first; I did what every rape victim is supposed to do. Detective Dottie Henson of the police department's Sex Crimes Unit took my report. She escorted me to the hospital to process a rape kit (neither of us expected anything usable to turn up after the shower I had taken), plus tox and STD s...
My thanks to Lit member 'Drew' for reading this story and helping me to edit it. He generously gave me some great tips and there are some lines in there that he was able to re-work for me and they are so much better. Thank you kind sir. Pete drove along the coast with the window down, the fresh salt air blowing in his face. He pulled his foot back off the p...
This story is a followup to the story One Slip written by Patricia51. If you haven't read it yet, please do so before reading this story,, both to gain a better understanding of where this story is, and because of the quality of the original story. At the end of her story Patricia invited others to carry on from its conclusion, and this is my attempt to do s...
(Chapter 6) "Perfect Timing" (circa-1971) If only he had gone straight to the casino on Friday night like he intended he wouldn't have had the police knocking at his door and he would definitely be in a better frame of mind for the long drive to Stockport. He was certainly beginning to regret his act of chivalry. The Bay Horse public house in Gateshead...
This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. * Her Story "Happy Birthday, baby," Ray said, placing a folde...
My boss was pressuring me to get these financial statements complete by four o'clock and the phone wouldn't quit ringing. Doesn't he realize I have more to do then answer the damn phone? "Hi love, it's Bob Campbell." Came across the speakerphone even before I could say hello. "Listen Sue, a client of mine is in town and we wanted to know if you would be fre...
Urban Oddballs: Bred to be a Bimbo Edited by Zoomie69, Thegreat_pretender, Bhorny The Minotaur massaged his brow as he stared at the profile on his phone. He looked up at the little green woman that sat before him and back at his phone again. "Okay, Miss...Gaxi. Is this a prank?" The little green woman looked at the frustrated bull with a confused expr...
Her room was shrouded in darkness. Only the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the pair of narrow windows high in the wall provided any illumination. Dark draperies and furnishings seemed to drink in what light there was, leaving little for the cold stone walls of the manor to reflect. For the act she was engaged in, however, little illumination was n...