A few minutes later I was still in a daze, trying to rationalise to myself what had just happened. I was operating on automatic pilot, rifling through the drawers of my closet looking for a pair of nylons to replace the semen stained pair I was wearing when I heard the door to my cell rattle open and looked up to see the privacy curtain snatched open. Carmel...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age. Do not reproduce, in whole or part, any of this story. This is based on a dream that I had the other day. I never got to finish the dream, so the last half is my imagination filling in. Enjoy! * The woman woke in a strange place. It had the look and feel of a dungeon--cold echoing stone w...
One Last Time He spread her legs, opening her smooth thighs with his hands, pressing his face hungrily into her soft mound, and slipping his tongue into her warm tangy depths. She was beautiful as she arched her back and wiggled her hips against his movements. Her porcelain, peaches and cream, skin was almost edible. He nibbled gently at her clit, making he...
Disclosure, this is a graphically written story about BDMS, unwanted bondage, and an American soldier traits. It deals with bondage and unwanted penetration. If any of this might offend please find a different story to read. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism has this is my first attempt at anything like this. Thanks and I hope you enjoy....
I looked at the clock again, for about the fiftieth time in the last hour or so. Seventeen minutes to six. The message could come in two minutes or one hundred and twenty-two minutes. Or not at all! Another glance around the preparations I had made, partly out of sheer nervousness and partly to ensure that when the time came I could make the final arrangemen...
[There is some very mild bathroom play in this story so if that offends anyone, they should stop here. All characters are well over 18--actually in their 20s at least.] Karen managed to leave work early Tuesday and made her way home to the spacious apartment she shared with her great friend Emily. Three other women also lived with them there; all were sub...
Nitu was dismal. It had been 3 weeks now. 3 weeks and 2 days. After the first and last time fucking her in his shop, Raj had completely ignored her. He had even sent her sleeveless suit to her house by messenger. She had called him at the shop so many times, but either there was no answer or if he picked up he said he was busy. Every night she lay in bed t...
Darryl was in such a hurry that morning that he nearly put on his wicking shirt backwards. He brushed his teeth vigorously, but didn't stop to comb and coif. He was just going to get dirty again, he thought grimly. Darryl normally didn't plan on sweating this early in the morning, but ever since his Subaru had broken down last week, he'd had to rely on his b...
Chavis crouched in the quite cramped dog-cage, and willed himself not to pee on the newspaper. His bladder was killing him, and he'd been in the cage for three hours, ever since Miss Hooks had gone out shopping. What if someone broke in, and saw him, a naked preppie, locked in a small dog cage? The burglar or whoever, would laugh his ass off, really. Final...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic sto...