Arabella whistled softly to herself as she sped down the road to the old Whitman Bridge. Her parents had allowed her to borrow the old station wagon on the condition that she be home by two o'clock in the morning. She had told them that she would be going to a party at Janie's house and then heading straight home. Like most stories told to parents on Hallowe...
Champagne hangovers were the worst. Generally Jake didn't drink the stuff but on this occasion. His mouth felt like the bottom of a bird's cage and all he wanted was liquid. Standing shakily he made his way to the door in an unfamiliar house. Winding down the stairs he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, relieved to see the bottles of cola in the doo...
BALARAM'S TALE OF WOE As the husband I did not quite relish listening to my wife flirting with her friend Dharman. Her bashful, tinkling laughter was especially painful. Equally painful was the tender intonation with which she pronounced the word Dharm, more often than was strictly necessary. I was not eves dropping. The phone in the passage was easily audi...
In part two, Lexy was reminded what is expected of her. For her transgressions whe will not be permitted to cum under any circumstances for three days... Oh, she is in for quite the test... * Karl unlocked the door to the spare room with one hand still holding me by my wrists. He flipped the light switch illuminating the room with black fluorescent light,...
Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story. All the characters are age 18 or older. This story is fiction. It is based only on my imagination and a fantasy or two. * My name is Rick. I am a good looking, well hung, young man aged 27. I stand 6' 1" tall, weigh 190, and I'm well built. I rarely lack female companionship, if I want it. Th...
If there is one part of Ottawa that I can't stand, it's the environs of Kanata. The most boring spot in all of provincial Ontario. Yet for some reason, the security company I work for keeps sending me there. I go where the money is, but I don't have to like it. The other day, I caught hell trying to make it there, man. I live in the east end of Ottawa, and h...
Rob and I have been talking via email, instant messages, and phone for months. Our relationship had developed from online sex talk. The more we got to know each other, the more we realized that there was more to this relationship. Rob knew of my desire to be controlled and he was exploring the possibility of being a Dom. We fell into a D/S relationship onlin...
After Danny had left the house that last night, we were exhausted but not too tired for some more early morning sexual acrobatics. So much so, that the sun was rising before we finally fell into a shattered, sore sleep. Mikey had already woken by the time I regained consciousness, and the aroma of freshly brewing coffee permeated the house, dragging me out...
The drama and the characters are purely fictional. :-: Part Two :-: This contract is hereby to exact the truth about the 25 bets that were made to a Marlene Stocker who won them fair and square from a Camille Brooks. These bets are to be collected as 20 simple orders and 5 compound orders given one a day each and every day regardless of time and/or place...
Isaac's fingers traced the faded flower pattern on the bate mattress as he inhaled the heavy cloud of Tiffany's perfume. They had no water- it'd been off for a couple of months- and the option to wash in the standing toilet water was gone when Tiffany came home a week ago vomit drunk. The bathroom door stayed shut, now. "Fucking drink it, Tiff," he said, wa...