Author's note: Consider the story below romanticized autobiography-a window into my intimate personal routine and thoughts. It is both arousing and scary to share something this personal so I hope you enjoy. The story is short, and ends abruptly, but I promise it will continue (it did in real life). Your comments are always welcome! -Carol ***** Most of my...
I was on my own, in a hotel, with nothing to look forward to but yet another day of boring meetings. I'd had wine with my dinner that evening – not enough to make me drunk, but enough to relax. I ought to be asleep, for the alarm was only five hours away, but somehow I just couldn't get comfortable lying alone in the bed. Even reading hadn't helped; the book...
All I can think about when I see people on the streets is the possibilities of them in sexual positions. I see women with willowy bodies and imagine their backs arching, those long necks bent back as they cry out with passion. I see couples standing together, their fingers winding around each other as if they were one and imagine them naked, clinging to each...
Please vote for my submission This story is true and names have been changed to protect the participants Dear Shannon, I am sitting here thinking about you again, and I realized I haven't said what's truly on my mind. You don't even have to ask to invade my senses, take over my every being, it just happens, and it's like you are right there with me. Whi...
Clarissa, known to her friends as CJ, woke up naked, flat on her back. Richard Wentworth III lay naked next to her. She shivered and realized that she was cold. She was covered in goose bumps, and her nipples stuck out like light switches, a glance at the fireplace revealed that the fire was almost out. She crawled over to the wood pile and re-stoked the fir...
A/N: Well howdy! Thanks for stopping by my story. This story will make use of the "game" features of CHYOA at some point, though I haven't gotten it to that point. If you like what you're reading, please don't forget to favorite, like chapters, or comment encouraging (or critiquing) words. It means a lot to me. Last bit: Any time there's content th...
The dark young boy led them into the woods at night. The first frosts had eliminated most of the parasites. Hair protected some ears but others showed, not cold, but secretly red as their possessor's hearts drove the blood hard to all their furthest responsibilities. They had not travelled far enough from the community to escape the smell of local pine burni...
He was naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Before he had entered the room, he had a name, an identity, a sense of self. But as he crossed the threshold to his Master's bedroom, he lost it all. He has no name, as objects have no need of names. He has no identity beyond that of a toy; his master had no need for another boyfriend. He has no sense of self, only a sense...
Hammond watched as she injected herself with the yellowish liquid. He was sitting upright, handcuffed on his bed as the nearly anorexic girl drugged herself on his lap. The mere sight of this stiffened him further than anything else in the world. Zoe was a 20 something emo girl who looked younger due to her extremely lackey features. She was half the size of...
A perfect drop of my coral nail polish landed on the hardwood floor. That would need to be cleaned up before Daddy got home. I was laying naked in my bedroom with my ass at the edge of the bed, painting my toenails with my feet propped on the back of my subby boy, puppy. When I paused to dip the brush back into the bottle on the nightstand, puppy had fidget...