This is based on a true story that happened to my friends and me at a regional Renaissance Faire. I didn’t intend for this story to be quite as long as it is (to get right to the ‘good’ scene, skip to the middle of page 2); however, some stories write themselves. Enjoy! Dierdre laughed to herself as she surveyed herself in the mirror. “What do you think?”...
(This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.) In my mind, it was better than winning the Lo...
Editor: WhiteWave48 Chapter 03 -- The temperature rises - the party swings Interrupting Jenny's forbidden thoughts, a deep familiar voice called her name. As Jenny turned her head, she spotted Rick elbowing his way through the motley crowd with French Royalty in tow. Introductions were quickly exchanged before Rick wandered off with a pretty young thing wh...
This is a story for the 2019 Winter Holiday Contest. A naughty holiday special with Christmas magic. Be nice and vote. Happy Holidays! ******************************************************* Justin stride was as brisk as the winter night air as he made his way down icy sidewalks on his way the Saint Lawrence Bar. The minty taste of his gum had gone stale b...
What is bondage? To many it's to be contained, striped of your rights, or restrained then tortured until they forget how is to opposite. But that's many and not all. Other find being restrained and being robbed of free movement refreshing. They never feel more alive even thou their will becomes invalid. One of those people who felt the rush of being powerles...
"Our usual place?" Kent nudged as he guided Vale over to the fountain for their lunch. He carefully set the towering stack of trays on the stone bench, out of the reach of the spray, and Vale did the same with the messenger bag that held his art supplies, and the sketchbook that was pinned between his arm and his side while he carried the drinks. He gazed at...
Post Office Part 2. (Julie's story) "I'll take you out for dinner tonight!" he said boldly. Derek was about fifty, arrogant, posh, well off and honestly a bit of a prat that liked the sound of his own voice. He wasn't attractive but always well groomed. He clearly spent too much money on kitsch clothing and gaudy accessories. Brightly coloured shirts and...
Some readers requested a background on the previously posted story 'Iron Rain' I hope you enjoy and this makes things clearer. * Late December 2010 The Bastion Military Academy was silent in the late hours of pre-dawn. The cadets were asleep and blissfully unaware of the terrible event that was to befall one of their own. Corporeal William Bell had manage...
Her words seemed to vibrate in his head, his eyes couldn't stop moving over her body. The book fell from his hands, his glasses landing on top of it on the hall floor. In two steps he had her in his arms. Spinning, he held her against the wall, his mouth hungrily finding hers. Callie's moan was soft, sweet to his ears. The feel of her against his body had S...
[Author's notes: Warning! This is a cuckold story, albeit a different kind of cuckold story. It includes very minor male to male sexual contact. It also includes public humiliation of the husband and sets the stage for further character growth in later chapters, should they ever be written. I have attempted to write an erotic story, rather than a pornographi...