Thank you everyone for following through on the journey of this story. I'm sorry for how long it took to get this final chapter out. I found it hard to end my adventures in this world and wanted to make sure it was just right. If you put up with the length of time between the last chapter to this one, I honestly can't thank you enough. And if you've read the...
Hello, my name is Alicia, some of you may know me, I'm a TV new reporter in Philadelphia, but this story takes place before all of that, in future stories, which will be under different names, you'll read about my first time with a woman, and how I cheated on my husband, this story here is how I met my husband. All three installments of my story will have mu...
I just moved into town, and want to check out a new fetish club. I have read about them in magazines. I get there, and there is a bouncer at the door. I show him my identification, and proceed to walk down the stairs. The club is dark inside, and very smoky. It is very crowded. There are men and women milling about. Some people have leather outfits on. Othe...
-Jill- I didn't exactly wake up in a ditch, but I woke up in a stranger's bed. Here I am again. Back to square one. Only one body is in the bed, so thankfully I didn't end up in a group sex thing. That was a real possibility. The real punishment is the worst hangover of my life. "Want some breakfast?" The guy from the bed asks as I'm getting dressed. I'm t...
The room was bright in the morning sun. The feel of her body laying over mine made me hopeful things would go smoothly today. Sliding off the bed, I place my feet to the floor and have an unnerving realization. I'm colorblind. I close my eyes hoping it is just temporary. I stagger for the bathroom. "How was your night, as if I need to ask." Stilla says set...
The story continues... You remain on your knees in my office. You can still hear the echos of your voice saying, "Yes, Master..." The smell of sex... of what was just done to you lingers in the air. You feel sore between your legs. Your thighs are bruised and your cunt aches from the sound fucking you just received. Your ass is still sore from the whippin...
This is what is going to happen. I am going to be brave. On Monday, I will go into the office first thing in the morning. My hair will be capped with snow, and a mug of coffee will be warm in my hand. I am going to make a bunch of copies, and when I am done, I am going to walk over to his desk and say, "When are you going home for Christmas?" "Friday," he'l...
Brief Acknowledgements This story was an experiment by me and my patient and amazing husband. We wrote it together, in collaboration, just for ourselves, and both liked it so much that we wanted to put it up somewhere so others could appreciate it too. Although we both wish to remain nameless, I want to give him credit for most of the material from the male...
This is a Jim and Sarah story. It's just...an alternate universe. What if Sarah were older, and married, but still her helpless little self? Think it'd show? It's a pretty nasty story, but Sarah's a pretty nasty girl... Southerners will recognize the use of "Miss Sarah" as a generic respectful term; used in place of the last name. "Hi Miss Sarah." "He...
June 6, 1883 -Liberty- The sun is starting to rise. I lean against the door frame of the hunting shack, and light a cigarette I pulled from the pocket of the Frenchmen. It's my turn to keep watch while Justin and Jesus are resting. Justin certainly needs it the most, so after we patched him up, he damn near passed out. Jesus didn't sleep at all, so even wh...