The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * I had met Ben at a costumed Ball held by our local re-enactment group. They had been in existe...
"Holy shit," Kara yelled. "Are you reading this?" Jo looked at the poster that was the object of Kara's attention. "Yeah. That sounds awesome!" The girls, walking home from a day of college classes, had been distracted by the small poster for an adult themed haunted house that was being run by one of the college fraternities as a fund-raiser for a local ch...
You’re helping your neighbor clear out garage one day when you notice a large wooden structure under a pile of junk. At first unsure about what it is, you investigate further to find a large, rusty, metal blade lying against it. Remembering your recent history unit on the French Revolution, you soon realize the significance of this contraption. It’s a guillo...
As Paige flicked through her psychology textbook, she grazed her nipple with her hand and felt it pop up. Thoughts of her hot hook up last Saturday night made her moan slightly. Steve had a big hard cock and knew what to do with it. Her gaze diverted to the mirror in the centre of the room. She winked at her image. Paige liked herself. She was a siren and...
My Sunday was going wonderfully. I relaxed and watched some TV, and then had a nice lunch. It was then that it occurred to me that I had to check on my sub that I had left outside. It surely wouldn't do to leave him by himself for too long. I've learned that my subs need constant care and attention. This all came about because I had been rudely awoken this...
October 30th, 1995 “Your love has dawned Living without me My death is coming You are my heaven” Enter Nicholas I awoke with a deep stirring, a longing to hold her tight, my love, my angel, my Madeira. I miss you and yearn for the time when we can be together once again... Madeira wanders in the dark of my dreaming sexuality. Searching and stopping whil...
Whenever I read, I keep a pencil handy and I underline words that I don’t know and dog ear the page so that I can go back and look them up in the dictionary. I have always been interested in etymology and even took Latin for three years. I hope that these words can help all of us in our writings. Be sure to check out your dictionary for additional usages of...
I delicately sip my cosmo and survey the sumptuous room. It's teeming with the incredibly rich and the incredibly dull. I try to entertain myself by imagining how their faces look when they're using the bathroom. There's a breath on the back of my neck. "Whatcha thinking about?" I turn my head and give Amir a kiss. He looks like he was born to wear a tuxe...
Zack and I wake at the same time, his morning hard on pushing firmly against my stomach. My hand goes to it and I slowly jerk him off, he responds by trying to pleasure me. I stop him and make it clear that would have to wait until tomorrow, today my body belongs to Stacy. He leans back and enjoys the sensation between his legs; he orgasms hard and the cum t...
(On July 14th ever year the French celebrate La Fête Nationale, a holiday that here in the United States we call Bastille Day. It is celebrated with parades, period costuming and fireworks. Large parties with decorative food--blue, white, and red--also music and dance play a prominent part of the celebrations. This story is themed to fit that ... in my own o...