This story is not intended for children and if you are not old enough to read sexually explicit material, go away. This story features some elements of female domination (femdom), teasing & denial, chastity training, mild bondage, creampies, cuckolding cross-dressing and a few other fantasies of mine. I hope you find it entertaining, but if you might be offe...
The affair quickly gathered pace. They met again the next day and within moments of arriving he was inside her; fingers, tongues, his penis, it didn't matter; he filled her to capacity and then some, they were insatiable. They made love throughout that first day; and the next and the next. She could not wait to be with him, the thought of his hands on her...
Serena had pulled her hair up, securing it with bobby pins and curling the ends of the pieces that hung out. She kept her makeup soft and natural, but did wear more than she would to work. Finding a dress proved more difficult. She wasn't planning on attending many formal occasions out here. All of her appropriate clothing was in the storage locker back in N...
Since Zophia and I were living together again, we were to keep our own checking accounts, and we would have a common one for house bills. Somehow, she she forgot about her own account, and put her direct deposit into the common one. I gave up and closed my old account. It was my self appointed task to pay the bills. Zophia could also have easily done that...
Chasing the dragon, that's what Joelle usually fell back on. But this time things were different, this time, chasing the dragon wasn't good enough and mainlining was the only cure. It was better, stronger, more potent, and it took the edge off more effectively. The initial hit caused her to hurl, but after shooting up a few more times, she settled into its s...
Another hectic night at the Perrytowne Tavern, the bar filled with boys guzzling Rolling Rock and the restaurant finally clearing out after a busy dinner rush. Carrie blew a strand of curly blonde hair off her forehead and sidled behind the bar. She didn't have an order to fill but Erica was tending bar tonight and that was all the excuse she needed. She wat...
***Author's Note: For anyone just stepping into this story, read part one first—it's heavily serialized. This story deserves the BDSM tag a lot more than last chapter, which simply set that aspect up. It's not something I have a lot of experience writing, but I've been experimenting with some of the ideas from the particular angle of this unique relationship...
It happened when I was on the tube on the way back from a dinner one Saturday evening. I was leaning with my shoulder against the glass divider and unabashedly inspecting the cleavage of the brunette sitting opposite, whose low-cut, clingy dress left little to the imagination. At the same time I was pointedly ignoring the disapproving glares coming from th...
Monday started a new week at work. I started my morning by checking my e-mails. There was one there from my boss. She wanted to see me sometime this morning. I was still trying to recover from the party but I managed to finish checking my mail and install some updates to our new security program before heading upstairs to see her. I wasn't looking forward to...
The following story is the original conclusion to The Story of a Button. At this point, I have yet to read any alternative conclusions to TSOAB due to an unexpected and unscheduled trip to the operating theatre. Painful and expensive and that was merely the bill. The epilogue has been "softened" upon the advice of beta readers and upon reflection that Rita i...