Author's Note: I know that this chapter has been a long time coming, and I apologize for making those of you who are enjoying reading this storyline wait. I hope you enjoy this installment, and as always rate and comment to provide me with feedback as to what you liked or did not like. Also, continue throwing ideas my way you would like to see the characters...
Jack enjoyed his new life very much. How could he not? He had a good job that paid well and his own apartment in the middle of the city. Future promotion seemed assured. He got regular sex whenever he wanted it, not least sex of the kinky type that he'd learned he desired so much. The key to his new life was Miss B. Well, in truth it had been Hanson House...
I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. In a few moments I heard the chain being removed and the door slowly swung open to the room. He looked me over and then glanced up and down the hall, smiled and nodded for me to come in. I walked past him and noticed he again leaned out the door way to take one last look around. Satisfied I was alone, he cl...
This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. This conversation includes elements of wife swapping/sharing and group sex. If you don't approve of these behaviors and you still read on anyway the...
From the moment Elizabeth regained consciousness, she began attempting to plot her escape. She found herself in a spacious cell made of smooth translucent obsidian with only a musty cot and a lit wall-mounted torch.To further encapsulate the challenge before her was a heavy steel door barring her escape, its perimeter etched with glowing violet glyphs. But i...
My brain is racing through the endless possibilities of what Jerome may use me for as I drive to the convenience store by my house. I can practically feel the buzz of energy that is running through my body from my own arousal and nerves. Never did I expect that a wickedly naughty Friday night would turn into a devilish fuck at my school on a Monday, followed...
Authors Note: This is more of an article than a story. It’s based on discussions I’ve had with a friend of mine about her past and how it bothers her. It is, for the most part, in her own words, with me just arranging things. It was originally written for a semi-well known magazine that would not print it when I refused to take out some parts. Anyways, it’s...
"You write dirty stories?" Melissa asked me, sounding slightly uneasy. "Erotic," I corrected her. "Whatever," she said. The four of us sat around our patio table under the big umbrella, drinking Mojitos and munching on melon, salsa and chips. It was a Saturday afternoon in late June, warm but not uncomfortably hot. The weekend before, Melissa had manipula...
Jeremy led Debbie down the basement stairs pulling on her leash just hard enough to not make it difficult for her, but to keep her mindful of who was in charge. He wanted to tell her what he was going to do to her, from what he had observed and learned from what Jack had done to Renee a couple days before. But the more he thought about it, the more he realiz...
Steve has a fairly lucrative business I don't know much about. He spends most of the work week at his warehouse and doesn't tell me much. Our relationship is electric and I don't want to pry and ruin anything we have at the moment. It might still be the honeymoon stage talking but I can't imagine a better person to satiate my dirty mind and body. It was near...