The trip back up to London was nothing more than a complete pain in the ass. As if it wasn't bad enough that the train was running late but as we slowed down we got the usual announcement of leaves on the line. By the time the train arrived I had been sat on it for nearly seven hours and my mood was pretty shitty. The only thing that kept me from blowing a g...
Her lipstick was red. He knew that much. Knelt down in an alley, bruised and beaten, Alex fought to piece together the last unforgettable minutes. The suspense. The violence. The woman. Inches away, her breath on his face. Her hand on his throat. Then, all at once, gone. He lightly traced where her grip had been. Pain shot through him, as though he'd be...
Upon high school graduation most of my friends got to travel, and those that didn’t travel had jobs, and whoever was left, moved to a small town to live with their grandparents and get a summer job. As was the case with me. My parents believed that it would help to form me into a proper young man if I spent the last two months before college earning money an...
My name is Lynnea, but all my friends call me Lynn. Ever since I was a tiny girl, I knew how to wrap men of all ages around my little finger. I can usually understand a guy's "buttons" pretty quickly, and I love to push them over and over again... with my middle finger. Maybe I add in a flirty hair flip. Perhaps I do it with a sideways smirk and big doe eyes...
Mark and I have been married 8 wonderful years now. We are mid 30's, he is well hung 9" tight six pack abs, black hair, brown eyes. I am 38d, athletic built, sandy blond hair, hazel eyes. We have a very high sexual drive. We are totally honest with each other and try to please each other anyway possible. About 3 years ago, Mark and I went out for an evenin...
For those of you who haven't read it, this little tale is a "redux" of the ending of "The Black Velcro Choker" by Murphy621. And in this "redux", well let's just say the outcome is a bit different...) I changed the ending more than a wee bit in keeping with my sense of justice. )) We pick up where Mary is telling us about the divorce attorney her lover recom...
The limits of power. What an odd thing for someone like myself to ponder. My name is Anthony Saint-Pierre and I'm a six-foot-one, lean and athletic Black male in his mid-twenties living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. A proud member of the Haitian-American community. Currently, I'm a patrol officer with the Massachusetts State Police. It's my second ye...
i have taken much time in writing this piece, as i wanted to try and paint a true vision of my Biker Master. Biker seems harsh doesn’t He? Well, He can be, but there is much more to Him than what one might see at first glance. i see Him as not much different than most Masters. As a Master, He is rigid in what He desires of a slave. His will must be adhered...
The story you’re about to read is true, it happened to me at the tender age of eighteen (18), and I don’t regret a single moment. Names have been changed for obvious reasons, nevertheless, this story explains in detail what I went through with my first sexual experience, and it also shows how I was moulded into adoring fetishes I never dreamed existed. As th...
Dear readers it's been a long while since I sat down to finish the story that I started I'm hoping that you will enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. ***** Meanwhile Logan paced back and forth in his cell. Eagerly awaiting for the guards to escort him to his visit with Raine. He stood with his feet apart, hands stretched out touching the walls...