-This story is heavy narrative. If you want to skip past some of the set up simply find the ~~~Break~~~ in the story. Also if you don't like foot fetish themes, this might not be for you. The days were long gone that I could just run around a play. I wanted nothing more than to just take a few days off and relax at home, a cold one in my hand and the...
Notes from the author on part 8: It was nice to see the return of the rough and tumble tita, Stephanie Santos. She is such a fun character to write. The archeological dig mention in the story is not far from the home of my friend on Maui. He went over to check it out. Apparently it's the real thing. My friend reports that archeologists uncovered a camp esta...
After a dinner of grilled chicken filets with asparagus and wild rice, Stephen and Jessica lounged on the couch watching TV while they finished a bottle of white wine. "So, did you like calling me a slut earlier?" she asked during a commercial. "Well, uhh" he stammered thinking of a response. "In the moment it seemed to fit..." he trailed off, looking at...
A clap of thunder startled me, annoyingly breaking my interest in a conversation coming from the table a few feet away from me. I was listening intently at the two women while Marie, my Mistress, was in the bathroom. I sat there, torn between rushing to her and blurting out what I'd heard or staying in my seat to hear the rest. I began to fidget, feeling a s...
I don't know why I married a panty slave. It's not like I didn't know about James' fetish before I said yes to his marriage proposal. He had been quite up front when we were dating about his desire to be controlled by a strong woman, and the instrument of her control was to be her underwear. He isn't into bondage or spanking or any of the more traditional bd...
A week into the spring semester, she transferred into my biology class. I remembered having her in my Comp I class the prior semester. I thought she was cute, but we never had the opportunity to chat. The seat next to me was empty and I secretly hoped she would sit next to me. After checking in with the professor, she headed for my table and sat down. "W...
Thomas walked briskly into the airport lounge and slid onto a stool at the bar, placing his backpack on the seat next to him. He had about 30 minutes to kill before his late-night flight back home took off, so he decided to have a couple of drinks over a copy of the local paper to take the edge off after his long vacation trip. After ordering a whiskey an...
The following story is my April Fool's Day 2018 Contest submission. I know it is a lot shorter than most of my stories, but I really hope you like it all the same. * "Damn she's hot." I thought to myself as I watched April walk across the pool deck toward her house. I couldn't help but admire the way her hips rolled as she walked or the way her tits jiggl...
A flash of lightning struck as Joscelin stood in the rain. A second flash and Joscelin looked up in fear as she saw a familiar black tower. The Tower was several stories tall with only one window at the top. She saw that the window was illuminated by what must have been a burning candle. She squinted her eyes thinking she saw a silhouette of a man. She knew...
M's is a pretty, detached house, tucked away behind a high hedge in a tree-lined street. I ring the bell precisely at the agreed time. I've timed the walk well from the side street where I parked and waited, watching the hand creep round on my watch, determined not to arrive early as I was determined not to be late. As I check my watch, I'm pleased with mys...