No explicit sex. "You'll have to make your own dinner tonight." That's the way my wife greeted me when I got home from work that Friday evening. Helen walked into the living room fiddling with an earring. "I'm going out dancing with friends." I stared at her in disbelief. She was wearing a short black dress with a plunging neckline held up by four spaghet...
The regression room contained no windows or other sources of natural light. About the size of a usual therapy room, it was a considerably large space that still felt claustrophobic. The grey cement render that coated the walls prevented noise from drifting down the hallway and inevitably upsetting the other patients, more importantly it prevented any sound f...
I consider there to have been three phases to my life after meeting 15226. I am writing this now, of course, in the third phase, but the bulk of this journal consists of the first and second. Without better terms to describe them, I label each phase by the part of my body that saw the most use in it. Phase one -- well, phase one was all about my dick. My fir...
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, A Southern Sheriff, Housewives of Valley County and In Brazil.) Chapter 2 At the Abruzzo vineyard, Alberto had made it over to the barn where he saw Alessio Abruzzo and Mattia Toc...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* At age forty seven, Helen Mouton was unprepared for her husband's announcement that he had fallen out of love wi...
*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *This tale is a bit tongue and cheek as well as kinky, so be warned.* *The carnage of unintended consequences* [PRELUDE] [LATER THAT NIGHT] Liberty Lincoln lying there in her ICU hospital bed looked like hell warmed over. They had blown her the fuc...
Note: This story is Fiction created by a warped mind. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely accidental. The author retains all rights to this story. I am sorry this story is late; my computer went on an extended vacation, and took my stories to the shop with it. 44. Unbelievable The Congressional hearings h...
Surrey, England June 8th, 1997 James rang the doorbell with both trepidation and excitement. He had never been to Sarah's house before, and this felt like an inexplicably significant milestone in their unusual relationship, even if his attendance here was due to the continued, if rather belated exploration of his fantasy list. The last several months ha...
My working name is Chyna. And it's not that sort of work! I'm a model. I've just come home from several years in Europe, mostly in the east. I did a lot of magazine and catalogue work there. I made some money but did not end up with a well known face. I came home because it was time. I loved working there but I also wanted a change. At the moment I'm studyi...
This story is in the most part, a true story, based mostly on real occurrences, with a small amount of poetic licence, and of course, the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Because of its length, I have divided it into two distinct parts and should be read in sequence, despite my desire to have a story 'free standing' without prerequisite reading...