I'm Five. No, not five years old, or you wouldn't be reading this here! My real name is Gabriel, though I usually go by Gabe, and I am the Master of the House of Bondage. If you look up "House of Bondage" on line you will get lots of hits, but none of them are us -- it's our private name for the house where I live with Liz, aka the Tormentor, and Sara, who...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
The Halloween party had reached its peak when Matt looked up and saw his girlfriend, Heather, looking at him with an impish smile from across the room. Dressed in a ladybug costume which consisted of a ballooning red top with black dots, black tights, red sandals, delicate wings, and cute little antennae, she looked as sexy as a young woman could while showi...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 and over. SHOWDOWN The toilet was in the port hull, way down the back past a galley and storage area. Beck had never been inside a catamaran before and was amazed at the spaciousness. Aurora's dimensions seemed claustrophobic by comparison and she found herself idly wondering, as she sat on the loo,...
Author's Note: A warm 'thank you' to my fantastic beta, Laura, without whom this part in the series would not exist. She advocated for character growth, and so Celine has become one of my most fleshed-out characters. This isn't a story for the strokers, but there is sex. Special shoutout to Spyauth: sorry about the H in Aston Martin. Hope you all enjoy....
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 and over. ***** They couldn't let Hayley go without introducing her to their old friend O.J. Once the initial shock had run its course, she quickly warmed to the idea of being nailed pussy-to-pussy to a hot little blonde by a foot or so of rigid black plastic. Because it was Beck who was chosen to i...
This is the first of a planned two-chapter story. I'd like to thank Ravenna933, as always, for her help in editing this story into the form you see below. I'd also like to thank my two beta readers, each of whom made small but helpful suggestions. The house next door had been in slow, sad decline since Mr. Olszewski died in 1989. Mrs. Olszewski lived there...
The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. Washed-out blue, like the water under clouds far out to sea, framed by the auburn waves of her hair and the slight dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She ordered a cinnamon cafe latte, to go. Full cream milk, no sugar, nothing else, just the latte. She was dressed in leggings, boots, and a flatteringly-tight...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
This story was inspired by "THE FINE" a song/YouTube video by Young Scrolls. I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've ever written, but... it's weird. It's really meta, as well. I can't remember writing a lot of this, even though it's been the only thing I've done for a few weeks. It can also be taken as a metaphor of my writing thus far. I realized th...