Several weeks ago DonnaRay and her sister-in-law, Bella, skipped out of town for a naughty weekend in Chattanooga. Bella had heard a rumor about the party from an email pallette and traced it down. It turned out to be in an awesome house out on some isolated land west of the city. It was deep in the woods with no other houses around. Lots of privacy and no...
Tales of Carlitos, the Mexican Factory Worker Freedom of Speech Carlos entered the large main library, walking under a banner that read, "Protect Freedom of Speech." Carlos chuckled. "These crazy Americans. They are so concerned with freedom, but they never do anything fun. I don't understand why they worry so much about freedom if they don't use it for a...
Chapter Three Love in handcuffs I woke this morning naked and handcuffed to the bed just by one hand, and I was desperate for a pee. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I got handcuffed to the bed. It was like watching an old movie, one you know you have seen, but only remember as the plot unfolds. I remember a stag party, a naked lap-dance that I ga...
My body laid heavy underneath of me, my skin burning from the touch of the bed sheets. A simple move makes my body cringe. The once satin sheets I loved so much have now become sandpaper underneath of me. The sun lightly shows through the bay window of my bedroom. Squinting I glance at it with one eye. I know that it will be the last day of my freedom. I str...
*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.* *Are regrets really worth the trouble?* {No sex this chapter ~ just character building stuff} [THINGS AREN'T QUITE THE WAY I THOUGHT THEY'D BE] It was Monday afternoon and I felt...
"Rivers belong where they can ramble; eagles belong where they can fly . . . I'm not a river or a giant bird that soars to the sea, and if I'm never tied to anything, I'll never be free . . . " -"Corner of the Sky" from the Musical Pippin There are rafts of quotations out there about freedom; the importance...
To be her thing. That is what you want, what you have always wanted. What you think of, lying there awake or dreaming--you are not sure which. To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say--none. How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being? Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very id...
Chapter One- from Kenneth My wife's name is Emily and we have been married for almost eight years. She's a beautiful brunette with firm little titties and a great ass that men almost always notice. She's the kind of girl who loves attention from the opposite sex and the kind of girl who gets more than her fair share of it. I'm not the jealous type, so it ha...
In America we pride ourselves on our Constitution and our Bill of Rights. We point to our heritage of freedom of religion, freedom of speech, freedom of the press and we tell ourselves that this makes us superior in some way to the rest of the world. Yes, we do have free speech. We can post pornography to an internet site without fear of reprisal. We can wr...
Never before had she felt so loved. Never before had she felt so humiliated. The combination, it was intoxicating, invigorating, and she wanted more. As she sat in the hotel room chair, he called her names, names that would cause most women to retaliate if they were called. Whore, bitch, slut, cunt, just to name a few. And the descriptions of how she was e...