Author's note: This is a multi-part series. I highly recommend reading 'Working at the Sperm Bank Ch. 01' first, to understand the backstory. Reading all previous chapters is recommended, but not necessary. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction. Any names, places, and events in this story are entirely made up by the author. Similarities with real occur...
Sophie and Alex woke up early and headed to breakfast, both of them nursing mojito induced headaches from the night before. Initially neither one of them seemed ready to discuss the elephant in the room. But as Alex's scrambled eggs arrived, he couldn't hold back any longer. "About last night in the bar..." he started. Sophie tensed and put her fork down....
Copyright© 2008 RipCurrent all rights reserved * On Halloween evening, Victor Soren walked into a dimly lit club near the beach. A thriving costume party bubbled around him. Women, their alluring attire revealed form, but provocatively concealed detail, danced, flirted and competed in sexy witch, flapper and princess costumes. Men in rough roguish costumes...
"But honey I do not feel for a party." Alexa said to Peret. "Have you not been here in this house depressed for the last six months?" "Yes I have but just because I have been put on medications do not mean it is the cure all and I should party." "Maybe so but really feel you should go. Get out of the house for a bit. Connect again with your best friend Mi...
Note- Doctor Who is owned by the BBC. This is purely fiction inspired by the tv show for no monetary gain. xxx It had been two days since the thirteenth persona of the Time Lord had materialised in the ancient Roman Empire. Things had taken a turn for the worse the minute the Doctor had stepped outside the TARDIS and into the arms of the Praetorian Guard...
No realities were predictable that day, not the day I learned that my ever loving wife was a whore. Praise whatever gods you idolize when your life moves onward effectively though haphazardly. Forget reality. Take it from me, you don't want to experience reality or an orderly process of fate. If only I could turn the clock back to a time before I demanded...
An Arrangement Forward In real life there was no "Mrs. Sang'. While my landlady, at one time, was oriental, any similarities between her and my fictional character are purely coincidental. On the other hand, it would have been very exciting to have met a "Mrs. Sang"(of any race) when I was single. Alas, I had to wait...until I got married a second time. S...
I love the fresh air. I didn't care if my room was cold almost all the time, I just hated stuffiness. I also hated the sound the bathroom ceiling fan made so whenever I took a shower, I made sure that it was off, and the window was wide open. I don't use a shower curtain, either since that just traps all the hot, steamy air in with me, and I feel like I can...
This wasn't even my fantasy, I thought as I purchased the clamps, butt plug, heels and maid dress online with expedited shipping. The next day I brought the items in a backpack to Mistress Monique's apartment while she was at work. I put everything on then placed the butt plug in my ass and tightened the nipple clamps painfully so they wouldn't fall off, th...
WARNING!!! All my stories involve total power exchange, where one party assumes total control over the other. To my mind, total control is meaningless without limits being stretched and shattered. There is no point in total power exchange if all you are going to have is Missionary position sex. In a previous story, GREAT DAY TO BE A SLAVE, someone issued an...