Authors Note Hi guys here's the latest, I'm not sure whether I overstretched myself but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Its a bit wordy but there is sex in there somewhere LOL. This story contains elements of BDSM and fetish pony play, there is no bestiality of any kind. Nicola King sat in the beer garden of the Dog and Fox nursing a gin and tonic. It was ea...
This is the story of a couple very much in love and secure in their relationship that decide to live life to the fullest. This is the loving wives section and as the definition of the category states, it will include elements of both partners engaging in relations outside of their coupling. If this is something that you find offensive or against your beliefs...
The Author Part 6: First Saturday at the Circle B This is a work of fiction, any relation to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional and coincidental. Jen woke to the light of day coming through the window, and an urgent need in her bladder. Trying to rise, she found that the chain was still connected to her collar....
"I've taken your manhood. It belongs to me now." These were the first words I heard from Sun Hee in the morning as we woke together in each other's arms. Her little hand was down between my legs resting on her property, as it often was, and her long black hair draped across her sleepy face and stuck between her lips. Her hair was in my eyes as well, and th...
I'm the guy in the background most of the time. I'm nothing special. That's not to say I'm not valuable. I'm not dumb. I'm a problem solver. I've got talents too. I paint. I cook. I ski. I climb mountains. I grow my own roses and vegetables. And I play guitar. But I never sold my paintings. I paint for my own relaxation. I only cook for myself at home, but...
There is a dark truth to our modern lives, one that is at times both terrifying and at others: one's only glimmer of hope. The carousel never stops turning. No, it simply goes -- around and around, with days passing by in a blink, with eyes that close to sleep, opening to wake in what feels like an instant. Clock in, clock out. Return. Repeat. It is a ma...
To Prue an empty bedroom started feeling almost normal. There was the gray silence, the vast ceiling with its reflections of streetlight and leaves. She hadn't closed the curtains, nor had she closed the bedroom door. There was a draft tugging at her exposed chest. She pulled up the blanket, shivering. Her phone rang. She rolled to the side of the bed,...
Wed, Mar 1, 00 I almost forgot Margaret tonight. I guess I have been leaving work earlier than normal recently like around 6 every night so I can get home at a good time and I... actually, I guess maybe I was just too eager to go make tea. So I was 10 minutes late and when I was driving there I realized I had not told Trish that I wouldn't be home until lat...
Madison stood up, took a deep breath and exhaled. She stood at the mall food court, at the mall where she worked, with her friend Hannah. "Are you ready?" Hannah asked. "Yeah, I guess," Madison said, still not entirely sure that she could do her task. Truthfully, much of that uncertainty came from not knowing exactly what she would have to be doing - Hanna...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly the Hot Sex-Slave" ***** [The raunchy, perverse and highly anticipated sequel to Jilnar's last erotic escapade: "Jilnar Jardaly and the Pirates"!] The tires screeched loudly as the plain white van sped around...