Part 1: prelude Ally was short, a little flat chested, and kind of goth-y in the way she dressed. She had a slight southern accent, and was one of those take-charge kind of girls...well, mostly. We started playing together at a party during out junior year of college. I was giving her a tour of the house I and my four housemates lived in when she found my...
She lies quietly in the subdued lighting of the room. Not comfortably but making no sounds or movements. She knows that is the right thing for her, at this time. Already, this evening has gone further than she expected, so she is cautious and watching events as they have unfolded. She loves him and he has brought her much happiness after an early life of dep...
The Island continent of Lemuria isn’t of this earth. It lays in the ocean of the red currents in the southern hemisphere. It looks like a dart board target with forest and city islands forming circular bands with three kilometer water ways forming the lines between the sections and the radials towards the center of the land mass. In the center is an island c...
The View in the Mirror. (Mf, mod, pierce, humiliation) By ChangeYourPassword From the author: This was truly my first erotic story. Pure fiction. I hope you enjoy... *** Adele was taking her morning shower in their huge master bath. The shower stall was luxurious by any standard with something like a dozen shower heads that could spray from about eve...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing. Read parts 1 & 2 firs...
Copyright 2011 Christopher D.B. Normally on a Friday night I'd be at a local sports bar with some friends or out prowling a singles bar with a modest chance of bringing some lady home just before closing time. It was a real change from that routine to be in the basement of my apartment building sorting out various items of camping gear in my storage locker....
Morgan brought the flashlight, I brought my key. We wore hiking boots and warm clothing and carried food and water, in case we got lost in the cave. There wasn't any point in taking anything else. I burned my diary- and the book too, of course. I didn't plan on ever coming back. There was a heavy door in the basement of the theater, and no one had opened it...
- Arrival - The gallery took up the entire ground floor of the converted storehouse in one of the posh areas of the redeveloped docklands. Bright light spilled through the extensive window panes cut into the old brick facade and peering inside, she could see throngs of exquisitely dressed people swirling around the big room, forming stationary vertices in f...
Abstract: Bunny Nathalie finds the Bay Area's Bunnies are proving to be a hard bunch to keep under her control. In the small hours of the morning, deep below the museum atrium, Darby imitated a Geisha holding her body obediently stock-still in a seiza position as a metal grate dug into her nylon covered knees and ankles. Two staff Goth girls processed her...
The week started uneventfully. In fact, it was another boring and routine work week. Things changed on Tuesday when Jan was not home at her usual time of seven and I was starting to worry when she had not appeared by eight. I was just calling her phone when I heard her fumbling with the front door lock. She entered the room and stood looking at me. She had a...