Frank Van Olden was depressed. Once again his perpetual shaky financial circumstances dictated that he had to spend another long year as a Resident Assistant in the dorms at Concordia College. He was not looking forward to it. His experiences over the past three years on this duty had been a never ending parade of dealing with vomiting drunks, three am fist...
Eva swept in the door and set her packages down on the table. Her Master would be home soon and she knew that she would need to hurry to have things ready for his arrival. She quickly took off her clothes and folded them by the door in case someone should knock. Then she ran across the floor completely nude to put the groceries up. She knew that Sir insisted...
After twenty years of marriage I am finally very happily married. Oh, my husband and I have always loved each other, sometimes more, sometimes less. Like all couples we had our good times and our bad, our arguments and our fights. But the latter had begun to take more and more out of me, and the reservoir of contentment and joy, which I had always hoped woul...
People always tell you to be yourself. And you should. But not for the sentimental reasons you see splashed across some nymphette's Instagram feed. No, you need to live your life your way because whatever life you live, you have to live it. Whatever fallout comes from the actions you take, you have to deal with them. If you let other people make your decisio...
Ba-Ding! I checked the display... three minutes away, thirty-five minute trip, and a decent rider rating. Of course, I accepted the trip. It was 2:15 am, bars closed fifteen minutes ago, and I lived a half hour south. With any luck, this passenger was going my way, a good end to a busy night of carting drunks home. I pulled around the corner and checked th...
Courtney and Jessie were sitting on the couch next to the hospital bed, and I was sitting on a chair. They had their eyes glued to the floor, and they were completely silent. I wasn't making a sound either. I kept my eyes on Billy. He was hunched over as he sat on the bed, his arms wrapped around his gut, as if he was shielding himself from cold air. His fac...
I have enjoyed the past several weeks, as the year wound down, my sex life wound up. Several weeks ago, I found a local night class that teaches that art of sensual massage. After three sessions and some hands-on training, I feel ready to expand my horizons. Before the class, I relied on massage videos from porn sites to guide my technique. They really don...
Author's Note: This is the second part of a multi-part story. It is probably better if you read the first part before this one. Don't read if you are uncomfortable with bondage or gentle femdom ***** I slept well. So well in fact I woke up to find I was simply in Fidelity's bed and not tied up. I got up and walked into the note. She left me a note telling...
This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story! I looked out the hotel window from the third floor, out across the harbour and the sun low in the sky over New York. I was working as a bellboy in a medium sized...
[Author's note: This story was originally posted in "Lesbian Sex", but due to the heavy sadomasochistic themes of the series, I have moved it to "BDSM".] ***** -Dr Isabella Pacetti's Notes: To recap: Sophie Burton has started a new job as assistant to a novelist, Marie Alderney. She has moved into the author's house and befriended her maid, Katy. Harbouri...