WARNING: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapter 1 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris laid a ten dollar bill on the counter, trying to keep his hand steady. The portly, bald man...
The two women stood side by side in the far left aisle, scanning the mostly unpopulated little auditorium, each trying to fine tune her eyesight in the sparse light. The room was just barely large enough for six or seven rows of maybe a dozen chairs each...small wooden folding chairs, each of which appeared to have survived - barely - several natural disaste...
I would never be brave enough to be one of the real slaves. What they were doing right now was something I would never have enough courage for, even if I waited and let gallons and gallons of courage build up for my whole life. I wished though. I wished hard and I wished often. I wished I could do it. I wanted to know the feeling of giving myself completely...
I am tired. So very tired. In fact I am ready to give up any hope of finding what I need, of finding the person I need. It's over 18 months since my last Dom split ways with me, not for any particular reason, just life getting in the way too much and too often. We had been good together but not good enough to take things any further. Trying to wrangle times...
They simply stood before her. Each erect. Each larger than the last. Veins pulsing, pounding & eager. She lays there, unable to move. Too exhausted from the hours of constant sexual punishment her limp body was bombarded with just seconds ago. She gives in. She puddles. She exhales. Her slightly lifted head collapses to the pillow beneath. Her heavy fingers...
A sequel to Summer 1970 and Fall 1970, as life continues for David. As always your comments are welcomed, and I thank everyone for the positive feedback for the previous stories that inspired me to continue. 1. How it all began Having just completed my freshman year of college with a record of stunning mediocrity, I was faced with the prospect of working a...
Authors Note: There have been both positive and negative reader's comments regarding the subject of my cuckolding story. There are those out there who consider it unworthy subject to write about, I simply found it challenging, especially the emotional side to it. Statistics tell us that around one in three married men will cheat on their spouses sometime i...
Dawn had never been obsessed with looks but had spent her life in make up and knew the importance of appearance in her line of work. The scars made her feel ugly but more importantly they remind her of her mortality. The grim reaper had come for her then and she knew he would come again. She had faced death and it had nearly defeated her and that made her fe...
My Dom and I were not quite sure what to expect while we were directed through doors and hallways on my cell phone, being given instructions and pass codes to gain entry throughout the building. The time finally came when we arrived at our destination. When I had spoken with the people who ran the dungeon on the phone, the gentleman I spoke with stressed the...
CHAPTER 1 - IMPENDING DOOM Dominik Halcyon snapped out of the meditation with a gasp. Sweat dripped off her forehead and she was breathing heavily. Her legs felt stiff as she stumbled out of the recliner and rushed for a phone. Her fingers shook as she dialed her friend over at the Seattle Police Department. "Hail." She said in her strong baritone voice....