Hello! I have written many short stories and essays, and have taken several college composition courses, but this is my first go in erotica. This is the prologue of a story that will consist of several chapters, which I have already begun work on and hope to have ready soon. I do appreciate constructive feedback. Thanks so much for reading! ***** It was a...
It took me sometime to compose myself and clean up the piss in the bathroom. My body shook with anger and rage as showered with the underwear on as ordered. I tried to wash it out as much as possible. I believed that it had to have been the nastiest day of my life and it still wasn't over. I'd been beaten, raped, dominated, humiliated, and cuckolded by some...
"That will be all," the Captain barked, his patent monotone music to Dt. Amy Santiago's ears. In her mind, the slight rise in inflection at the end of his sentence meant she had just done a good job! She was wrong. Sitting back at her desk, Amy fondly watched her superior march away. Finally returning her attention to the waiting computer, the Cuban Detec...
(This story was inspired by my sometime muse, Yvette, as we imagined a scene that would thrill us both. And Yvette added some very special and sensual magic to the story, little details that matter) * They first saw him at the beach, just down from the resort where they were spending two weeks. He was with a girl as stunning and as gorgeous as he was. Whil...
It was snowing lightly in the evening as the taxi turned unto the exclusive street. The taxi driver tilted his head into the mirror, giving a look that summed up the question "really kid you live here?" Mark Brice had decided to surprise his parents, well his dad, by coming home from college early. He'd been looking forward to Thanksgiving. With a sick prof...
"Owwww," Nik said, shuffling in the hospital bed. He was in a private, spacious room. A TV hung from the corner ceiling, and there was various furniture scattered about the room. He could hear water running from the bathroom. "Good to know I'm alive," he said, feeling up the wound. Fingertips grazed the many stables that sealed the hole shut. He felt w...
The first time Sandy and Tyler met, he was expected to be the dominant one of the couple. That was the manner he portrayed while they chatted online for years. When they first met however, he was no where near the dominant she. She ended up being the dominant one, and she humiliated him for it. After that first meeting, she never expected to hear from him e...
Rick stifled a yawn. He had just come off a double shift on the IT help desk at the company where he worked and he was dog tired. It was a thankless job; he was constantly being yelled at by executives so inept he wondered how they managed to switch on a kettle. They possessed a seemingly infinite capacity to screw up their computers, and then blame it on th...
This story is the first in a series of events that have actually taken place over the last two years. Although names are fictitious to protect the ‘not-so-innocent’, places and events are factual. I have put ‘pen to paper’ for three reasons: i) to preserve the images and memories in our minds; ii) to share the images with you. Had I not experienced these eve...
(Note to reader: Point-of-view makes such a difference in how a reader relates to a story, especially when one moves from third person to first, as I have here. I've decided to re--write a few of my stories, shifting the narrative to another point of view, and hopefully providing a fresh and exciting reading experience. The below is one such rewritten story....