In 1998, Halloween landed on a Saturday night. I was 32 years old, which means I had already been sober for over 5 years. That said, I can neither blame alcohol, nor reckless youth for what transpired that night. My band Mistress was scheduled to play that night at a private club. A typical off-road, VFW, or Union Hall, or Water Buffalo Lodge type venue. W...
I wake, groggy as fuck, as I try to move in this bourgeois king size bed. I recognize the hotel room. Somehow, I made it back here last night. I try to roll over and I'm immediately struck by what a mess I am. My legs are sore. I reach down with my hand and touch the lips of my pussy and it's beyond sensitive. I'm afraid to touch my asshole. I feel the sta...
The motel was a seedy affair. Though the grizzled old desk clerk was friendly enough, offering me a flirty, "Here you go, sweety!" as he slid the room key across the counter and winked at me. Winked at me! Why? Because I was obviously some kind of kinky pervert on his way to be debauched by who knows how many men, or women, or ... or, maybe it was the outfit...
My wife Tiffany had been hinting for a while about my birthday surprise. She wasn't great at keeping secrets, and I normally figured out her surprises in advance only to have to act surprised, but this time she was being super cagey. She asked if I would be able to leave work at noon that coming Friday so I figured we were going out of town for the long week...
Down the corridor Lynn knew something was watching her and waiting patiently for her to go to sleep. She just needed to stay awake a few hours and it would be dawn and she would be safe. The beautiful 200-year-old cottage had sounded like such a good deal when she bought it. Hand carved shutters and a beautiful rose garden growing in the backyard. The kitche...
I took a seat at the witness stand, heart-pounding nervously as I tried not to look at my Master, seated at the defendant's table. After swearing an oath that I would be telling the truth and any falsehood would be considered perjury, I knew that I had to be very careful with my words. The bright lights in the courtroom were disconcerting because I was use...
The fat man was sweating so much that one might think he was attempting to solve Los Angeles' current water shortage. His body's exudation of mammoth quantities of perspiration had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. No, the dim lit room was well ventilated, and a couple of desk fans kept the room's climate as pleasant as a picnic by a bubbling b...
Hi folks, those of you who don't like longer stories should probably skip this one. Mikothebaby and I have done two or three shorter little gimmick pieces for the last few and we wanted a chance to stretch out and do a story with no ghosts or goblins or tricks. We wanted a story about people relating to each other or not relating to each other and how it aff...
When I finally found the place I sat in my car by the gate for a long time watching the property nervously. Eventually I ran out of excuses in my head and slowly drove up to house. All was quiet and there didn't appear to be anyone around even though I could see their vehicles through the open garage door. Hesitantly I got out of my car and started shuffling...
The hot water splashes on your neck and drizzles down your breasts. The tips of your fingers tease your standing nipples, softening them with the perfumed shower gel. Your hands slide underneath your breasts, feeling the weight of them, still maternity-full. Imagining how they will feel to my hands. You're thinking about how it will be: my salty tongue cares...