Chapter 7 -- The Void **Characters and text are protected under copyright law As they descended the dim staircase leading down beneath Master's large and beautiful home, Chloe imagined the room that waited below. She'd been within many 'dungeons' before, chambers furnished and stocked for the use of BDSM play, typically set up with many large devices that...
On Tim and Mary's return from Las Vegas Mary showed Tim many of her new clothes including the sexier lingerie and shoes she'd bought to wear with the various outfits. Tim was impressed with the number of new things she'd acquired. He was more struck by the fact that her closet and lingerie drawer had obviously been purged of many of her old clothes. The abse...
The aftermath of Round One found Carter and me cuddled together on one of the couches in the huge fuck room at the Roughrider Bar. We were soon joined by a cum covered Chloe, who sat, leaving me in the middle. I laughed and sang to her: "Rebel rebel, what's on your dress? Rebel rebel, your face is a mess. Rebel rebel, how could they know?" Chloe joined me...
This is the first in a series of stories of a woman who learns, shortly after the death of her husband, that he had a secret life, a depraved life, that he never shared with her; and of her descent over the years that follow into the depraved lifestyle of her late husband. The categories the various chapters will posted in will vary depending on the specific...
Good Day! I Began Writing This Essay— Tuesday, January 30th, 2018, 6:31 p.m. "Well, it means being able to find and arrange just the most effective words to communicate your feelings and explain things." —Dr. Deborah Morelli ("Lying Young" part 1) Top of the morning to you! Or, bottom of the evening to you! Or, whenever you happen to be reading. Of the...
"Have a good night, Missy-Sue!" "Thanks, Bill." Missy-Sue Reynolds walked out of the front door of Gibson's Supermarket. She had gotten a job there as a cashier a few months ago. Even though her new husband Jimmy made enough money for them to live comfortably, she was a working girl at heart who was not content to sit at home as the wife of an attorney. S...
In the Deep South, August is a nightmare of heat and humidity. September is not noticeably better. About the middle of October, the temperature will get more tolerable and by early November there may actually be a few comfortable days in a row. That is in a hot/dry year. In a cool/wet year, late October could have many comfortable days. But God Almighty Hims...
Author's Notes: Hello everyone! To those of you returning to this story and thinking "What the hell happened?", don't worry. Long story short, I was unhappy with the way that my newest story was going, because I was limited by the standards that I had already set in my previous stories. This new version features many plot changes, with some new parts added i...
I looked at my watch, "Fuck it...nearly six, ...I bet they will be closed!" I parked the car and walked towards the shop. It was raining, it was cold, a typical January Saturday. "Bradley will fucking kill me if I forget my suit!" I smiled to myself. "The man's a dick for getting married anyway!" I walked towards the door, 'Fuck, is it open?' The lights we...
This is the first part of a three part series about a guy who ends up working as a short-term butler for three elf girls. If you like elf-fucking, this is the story for you! ~~~~ ~~~~ Responding to the knock, Chris opened the door, and in front of his apartment stood a strange black-haired woman in a red corset and a short black skirt. She wore a checkered...