It was the start of John's second week in Hell. He'd skidded on some diesel in the road and driven his motorcycle into a tree. The next thing he'd known, here he was. It was not actually quite as bad as he'd expected. It wasn't continuous boiling oil, sulphurous fumes and everlasting fire - the demons and fiends worked an 8-hour day torturing souls and ever...
Natalie sat on the floor of her bedroom painting her toenails a deep candy apple red. She had been dating Jim for a few weeks now. Before meeting him, she had no idea that men would be attracted to her feet. As Natalie finished painting her toes, she took a few minutes to admire her feet. She had always liked her feet and enjoyed making them look attractive....
*note... this is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to characters living or dead is purely accidental & is a product of the author's vivid imagination* Kayla had had a hard day. Her boss was giving her a hard time; her ex-boyfriend was doing the same. All she wanted to do was to have people just leave her alone. After she got home, all she wanted to d...
I wake up in the bed in our hotel room and stretch. Looking over at you, I see you are fast asleep so I crawl out and walk to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as you are snoring away and I don't like stuffy rooms. I am totally oblivious to the fact that the combination of the shifting of the bed as I got out and the afternoon light filtering th...
My story was going nowhere. I'd been working on it at night for several weeks, writing a page or two at a time, deleting most, keeping only a fraction of what I started with. But I was having a lot of trouble writing the female character. I just couldn't get into her mindset. I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but I was working on an adult fiction story fo...
Jennifer had had a rough day. The children had cried all morning, taking turns it seemed so that she did not have a single moment of peace and quiet. The washing machine had overflowed, soaking the kitchen floor and ruining a couple of bags of flour, sugar and rice that were stored at the bottom of the cupboard. The package that she had been awaiting for day...
(All characters are 18+). I stepped into the waiting room. It was a typical, doctor's office style waiting room with nothing to convey the services offered, and I was relieved at the discretion. The receptionist, a young redhead, greeted me with a smile. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" I stammered. I had imagined this moment for years. My knees fe...
This story shares some elements of my other stories in the beginning, but goes in a totally different direction. If you like fetish, unpredictable androids, B/D and Science Fiction/Fantasy, this story is for you! CHAPTER 1- THE "CHANCE" MEETING I had pulled into a gas station on a raw overcast evening to gas up. The station was old and minimal, with 1 row...
My dear friend James seemed never to be appealed by my curvaceous figure, even in my favourite blue summer dress; he never once indicated an attraction. He always seemed wrapped up in his studies, which was so saddening when I consistently thought of him in a less studious context. It was this thought that drew my gaze to the other side of the room; to asses...
(This story contains several flashbacks. Each time period will be noted as past or present to differentiate between time periods. Enjoy!) Present: Looking at my watch I see that I am already running five minutes late to my psychology class. I walk quickly across campus remembering Professor James's stern warning, "Ms. Temple if you are tardy to class one...