Melissa gulped as she experienced an emotional sensation unlike any other; fear. It wasn't simply the anxious excitement that accompanied her during her first time years ago. That had set her body alight. This, on the other hand... she couldn't identity just what was doing to her. Her pussy continued to burn with desire -- she couldn't mistake such a heat --...
Chapter Four - Deeper Devotion Author's Note: This is a story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment and vote. If not, choose another story more to your tastes. This Chapter is the fourth in this series. Please read the preceding chapters for context. To...
When you are restrained in bondage, like I am now, you need to be able to let your mind wander. My arms are held up behind me in the T-bar forcing my head down so that I can only stare at the terrazzo floor between my feet. In this situation, letting your mind wander helps while away the hours. Thinking about being held in an awkward position only reminds yo...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. The characters, alive, dead or undead are NOT REAL. This kind of behavior CANNOT be done in the "real world" without at the very least some serious jail time. The character here is a psychotic monster and morally repugnant to even the most base of creatures. This story is meant to arouse interest and jar the senses,...
The weekend went by without much incident. Chris worked hard at the restaurant and Sarah took care of his wounds at the end of his shift. Johnny would peek his head in the office and see how he was healing up. The veterans would look on at Chris' back; Johnny would say something like 'How could a kid take that?' and Sarah would tell him that he was a good bo...
The 14th Anniversary A Valentine's Day Story She was kneeling on the hard surface of their sturdy couch table. It had been repositioned to face the entrance of their apartment; so she would be the first thing her Mistress would see when she came home from work. By then, she knew her knees and shins would be hurting, her breasts would be throbbing with ever...
This story was co-written with Sandy Monroe. * One Friday morning, mid-November, I was surprised to receive a call from Ben. With his new job in the City, I never usually heard from him during the day, and rarely saw him except at the weekends. "Hi Ali," he said, sounding very anxious. "Are you free to talk?" I looked around, intrigued, a little worried,...
She'd done it. She'd left her husband and her old life far behind, miles beneath on the ground. She soared through the skies, heading west, into the sun, feeling weightless and exhilarated, with that scary trembling in her gut that told her things were changing rapidly, perhaps too rapidly. As the plane broke through the low, gray clouds, the orange sun bla...
She pressed the second quarter into the payphone slot, feeling the ridges of the coin slip away as the pad of her index finger lingered to touch that dark crease. "Hello?" His voice was deep. "Hi...Its Dana. I just arrived at your airport. I have a hotel reservation, but I am hoping I don't need it." The pause was dreadful. "You won't. I can't believe yo...
I entered through the heavy wooden doors and was blinded by the contrast of the gloomy drinking lounge, which was emphasized by the neon lights of beer signs and jukebox in the corner. Terry was sitting at the small table in the back of the lounge, with a clear view of the front door. As soon as he saw me, he got up, threw a couple of banknotes on the table...