Please enjoy my new story! You might pick up a reference to an earlier piece, 'George and Ryan', which you are welcome to read. As always, a vote or a comment is appreciated. ******* Let's kiss, then!" Kathleen had taken a great gulp from the wine bottle she was holding and lurched toward him. As she closed in he could see from the corner of his eye, his...
Chapter 4 -- Lion's Den - - - Author's notes: I would like to point out, since I use a first and last name in this story for a character, that all of the names have been changed. Please understand that while I use a first and last name for a person in this story, it is neither her real first nor last name. In addition, everyone involved in any sexual situ...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
It was about 8 PM, one hour before the house party. We were just done with our finals, and as Sophomore students we really wanted to loosen up and enjoy ourselves. At least, that's what Mindy told me when she brought up the subject. Personally, I was never too big on the idea of drinking, especially seeing as we were only around twenty years old. Of course,...
Barbara took off her panties and threw them across the room into her dirty clothes basket. It's literally a basket. She reached into her underwear drawer and put on her tiniest, flimsiest, most see through pair. They don't really cover anything. But she wanted to have something on under the white button up shirt that was almost all the way unbuttoned. She wa...
This story starts out in a cozy apartment community in the upper west side of Erie PA. Jackie and her husband were moving into their new apartment, when there was a knock at their door. "Hi! I am Gretchen from the apartment above you. I want to just welcome you to the apartment community. My boyfriend and I are having a small party this evening. Why dont yo...
We are at a party on a Saturday evening, at someone's home. It's a very large, old mansion built in the early 1920s with lots of winding hallways that lead to countless rooms. There's a band and people dancing but also wandering all over the house and grounds. It's a fancy party, black tie. You're looking very dashing in your tuxedo, and I gently tease you...
It was October 31. Halloween. A night for haunts, spooks, tricks and treats. The night when the worlds between the living and the dead overlapped and they could celebrate together, or so the local legends tell me. The deep south was especially rich in history and chilling tales of deceased plantation owners and their families roaming their lands amongst the...
We hadn't intended to go to the party, but a last-minute decision followed by a rallying of spirits saw us taking an uber out onto the highway and away from the Las Vegas strip. I was the one who was initially reluctant and I was the one that decided later that we would go, changing my tune when the others seemed to be giving up on going without me. I sat in...
What makes someone dominant and what makes someone submissive? That's what I'm exploring in this here story. The name is Natasha Tremblay, and I'm a young biracial woman living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a French Canadian father and Haitian immigrant mother. My parents, Neil Tremblay and Jeanni...