My husband and I decided to get back into BDSM...give it another run. It had been months since our last play date and I was getting antsy to start doing it again. We both agreed that I could be the bottom and I was very excited about it. He seemed less excited and even seemed to be putting it off. He had a headache one night, a stomach ache another night and...
Here, I have a story that almost didn't exist. It started as just... a test of sorts. Without going into exact detail, I was worried about my ability to write. So I intended to just write a scene or two, and maybe only share it with a person or two. Yet, not feeling right just starting in the 'middle' of a scene, I wrote a bit of an intro... one that kept go...
The flash of the blue and red lights reflected in the glass of the emergency room doors as the ambulance stopped backing up and the doors flew open. The paramedics jumped out, sliding the gurney out of the emergency vehicle, and rushed their patient into the open hospital doors. Bic Randall followed close behind the scurrying medics. He was not going to be e...
I walk through the plaza taking in the smells and colors around me. Bakeries, restaurants, wine tasting rooms... lovely but none peak my interest. I have, however, noticed you at the outdoor table of the cafe watching me walk back and forth along the shops. You sit alone comfortably but I feel your eyes on me, on my body. I smile to myself and enjoy the atte...
Sequel to 'In the Act' Faith motioned for Josh to get in first. He stepped in and immediately made room for her by going under the spray and getting his hair wet. He ran his hands through his short black hair and shook his head to clear his eyes of water. Faith had stepped in, her face still slightly flushed. She was breathing hard through her nose. Before...
Preface The punishments and terms used in this story are described in Robert Burns' memoir "I Am a Fugitive from a Georgia Chain Gang!" (1932) Burns saw or suffered treatment far worse than anything described herein. While this story is set in the 1930s, it takes place in a less severe border-state that is beginning to transition to a more modern prison sys...
She had hurt her foot running, and spent six weeks on crutches without the use of her right foot. It sucked! It zapped all her energy, and the lack of exercise put her in a bad mood. Through it all her husband was amazing. He never complained when she couldn't help with things around the house. He made dinner, walked the dogs, and made the bed every day. He...
Bree Lars was driving down the interstate, speeding, when suddenly she saw the infamous bright blue and red lights coming up from behind her. It was strange, she thought, since she was the only car on the road in the middle of the night on a Tuesday. Still, the lights kept coming. Bree knew she had to slow down and couldn't get out of this one. Bree had gott...
Chapter Three Love in handcuffs I woke this morning naked and handcuffed to the bed just by one hand, and I was desperate for a pee. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I got handcuffed to the bed. It was like watching an old movie, one you know you have seen, but only remember as the plot unfolds. I remember a stag party, a naked lap-dance that I ga...
Disclaimer: This is part of a larger adventure story. If you reached this page as part of a reader's choice from a previous page, continue below. If not, CLICK HERE to start at the beginning of the SexVenture. = = = = = Page 23 = = = = = She looks at you lying next to her on the bed. "Are you ready for the next round?" "What are you thinking?" you ask....