THE ADVENTURES OF TIM AND LAURA: THE EXPERIMENT This is the start of a collection of erotic short stories about a couple named Tim and Laura and their adventures into exploring the world of BDSM and kinky play. There is no definitive timeline associated with them, as in some may be more vanilla and tame from when they were first getting into BDSM play while...
The Adventures of Tim and Laura continue with a weekend trip to a hotel with Mistress Laura in charge. ————————————————————— "How does that cage feel?" Laura asked Tim innocently, as they were nearing the hotel, while playing with the key on her necklace. "It feels good, it's not bothering me," he replied. "How about now?" she asked as she leaned over t...
One good turn deserves another... Or so they say. We played like that all of the time. One day I took the reins and the next you did. Give and take. We loved the power exchange. Today was my day to take. Or so I thought. It happened so fast. One moment I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth and the next I am being manhandled, your strength easily overcoming...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Complete and utter fantasy, based on an old RP character of mine. I reserve all rights, etc. Also, the way things work in this story may not be an accurate account of any real scientific facts regarding the intersexed. It's meant as erotica, not a medical treatise. Try to relax and enjoy the ride. Anyone interested in u...
Rachel laughed at her friend's joke, and tipped her head back to take a sip of her beer. Her long black hair spilled down her back as she did so, its shine contrasting with her scuffed leather jacket. Hearing the door to the bar open, she put down her beer mug and looked over her shoulder. Steve behind her gave a low whistle. Rachel had to agree. The woman...
I like Saturday mornings. Not because of any great affinity for being yanked from my slumber by wildlife singing or the sight of the rising sun burning off the previous night's fog. The enjoyment is more prosaic, a pure bout of escapism from my shitty one bedroom apartment with its exposed pipes along the wall, my shitty dead-end job with its shitty bosses...
I wasn't sure what I was more confused about; how exactly I had found myself in this situation or how I felt about it. I could hear my best friend's voice down the hallway. My ears were red. Yes, technically she was talking about me, but also because I was growing more anxious and embarrassed by the second by what was about to transpire. The door bell had r...
I sit at home waiting for you to get off work. I have candles lit and food is in the kitchen. The aroma of vanilla fills the house. I'm sitting at the table playing with my long hair when you walk through the doors completely exhausted form work. I jump up and greet you with a hug and kiss. I'm so glad you're home. We sit down at the table and wind down over...
Hey there everyone, my name is Kitt Cartwell and I am a 22 year old white transsexual. Sorry if I got to the point, as it were, too quickly on that, but I have recently resolved to be a bit more honest about my true state. I think you will agree after you read my little story here that this is a good idea. I guess if I had to put a moment at which this stor...
***Okay so you guys liked it haha. Here's the second part. I am a terrrrriiibbblllee editor, I often read what I wanted to write rather than what I actually wrote. I fixed some grammer/syntax errors but unfortunetly I know I've missed some. Originally I had written an entirely different story filled with battle, new friends, undead, and even his twin makes a...