Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. The characters in this story are the intellectual property of someone else. No revenue was generated from the posting of this story. In other words, it's just for fun. ______________ Ryu's kick barely grazed the top of her he...
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are 18+ years of age. All characters and events depicted are completely fictitious...obviously. CONTENT WARNING: If the title didn't already give it away, this is a BDSM story. It will include fetishes such as femdom, CBT, humiliation, and chastity just to name a few. Mainly though, it is a ballbusting story. Not on...
Amy Beckwith, sportswriter for the New York times, got up from her desk, stretched, put on her coat and headed for the door. Another edition put to bed. It was now ten PM. Bored and lonely, she resisted just going straight to her flat. Instead she took a cab to "Jack Dempsey's" bar. If you had made a name for yourself in big time sports, and were in New Yo...
***Months Later*** Entry IV Dear Diary, He's coming this afternoon! Oh, I thought the waiting would never end! That business trip to France; I have been going mad left alone, with only his little notes and presents arriving by poste. I've cleaned the flat and filled it with flowers, and laid out His robe by the door. Oh, diary, I am like a schoolgirl aga...
I felt very different in my studio the next morning. From the very first drawing, I could do no wrong. Every mark I made was right, whether it was with a brush, a pastel stick, pencil or charcoal, each different medium seemed to want to do exactly what I asked it to. I drew quickly and fluently, and I felt that I had energy to spare. Amy could feel it, too...
Julie Murphy was wide awake. It was now after 2:00 AM, but she had been unable to fall asleep. Her husband Jonathan lay beside her, gently snoring. They'd had sex last night after returning home from a charity event, and he had passed out shortly after. Julie couldn't quiet her mind. She had a lot to think about. For starters, Jonathan wasn't the only man...
Tease me, tease me, tease me. A story by Steve She was turning 40. Yep, the big 4-0. A year older than me, and yet she was still stunning. Amazing. Sexy. Dee stands 5'10" in bare feet, a big bitch of a woman in the fun sense of the word. Blessed with great genes, she is a tall curvy woman who can easily pass for 29, a fact I remind her of every time we g...
The office phone rang as I shut down the computer, another day at an end. It was my boss, John. "Deal done!" he exclaimed. "Fantastic, well done!" I replied. "And well done to you – it wouldn't have happened without your creative genius." "Thanks, man," I replied. It truly was great news. We had worked on this project for weeks, and now it had come...
Greetings from quarantine zone, Australia. If ever people needed distracting for an hour or so to stop worrying about the world's problems, it is now. So, please put your worries aside for a while and accept this as my small gift to you. These have been available on our blog since August last year, but until CTC gets some free time to edit some more, these a...
***Chapter 8 and subsequent chapters actually happen *before* the end of Chapter 7.*** The call came from the near sideline. "Down with the sickness, down with the sickness!" Cameron steeled himself for the upcoming play while trying to remain motionless. This play had been designed especially for him. It was run from a line-out with a pass to the weak win...