Velda stood before the headmaster's desk and looked at him in horror. He had to be kidding, but she knew deep down that she had pushed him a little too far this time. Also, she had to admit that the punishment did fit the crime. Velda was a rebel; she was leader of the pack. She had been up before Mr. Bingham on more than one occasion for school uniform vio...
This story is pure fiction and any resemblance to anyone is total coincidence. Chapter 1 “There comes a time when one must test the boundaries of a relationship, any relationship.” Cheryl had read this in a magazine on her way to work earlier and it continued to bounce around in her mind. Nathan and her had been together for a number of months now and sh...
Morgana tensed as she thought she heard the rustling sound again, but there was nothing to be seen as she peered around; its probably just my imagination she thought shivering now as the day grew cooler. She reflected upon the morning's events and wondered how it was that she found herself in these predicaments. How many other people ended up tied to a tree...
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," she growled to him. Her hands slid down the bodice of costume, her fingertips gliding against the smooth black and yellow leather criss-crossing her torso. The soft mesh and obviously see-through material beneath it rubbed against her soft skin and she groaned as it did so across her thick nipples. They both wat...
This is part of a longer story, written in November 2010 for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The setting is an utterly misogynistic kingdom (in a roughly medieval time) where sex should only be pleasurable for a man, and any woman who enjoys the act is weak and scorned. Slavery is practiced. Long hair is a trait of whores and temptresses, so all ch...
Since I was younger I've enjoyed tight constraints. Tucked up tightly. Tight clothing. I particularly enjoy the tightness of rubber or leather clothing, its part of me, whether it's just wearing them out under my clothes for my own secret pleasure, or wearing them 'out out' and enjoying the pleasure of people, men and women, lusting over my tightly encased b...
Being yesterday's hero took some getting used to. Cole Reynolds was no longer the star quarterback. No, at the tender age of eighteen, he was a has-been, already looking back with nostalgia at those thrilling Friday nights on the gridiron, sharing the heat of battle with his loyal teammates, cheered on by his adoring fans. But life goes on, and for him that...
I didn’t expect such a reaction from my stories, it was unbelievable! I was seriously surprised when Paul wrote to me and told me about how he liked my stories and that he lived fairly close to me. He lived just across the Czech/Austrian border, in Vienna. He had visited Prague in the past, and soon enough I had received an email saying he was visiting aga...
Author's Notes: (1) Cross dressers are a strange lot, but they need and want things just like any other human, especially love. Sometimes this gets forgotten, even by the cross dresser. (2) Cross dressers and the transgendered are the poorest understood group in the LGBTQ super group. But their time is coming. Try to understand, or at least, let them be th...
As she settled into the back-seat of the cab for her ride home after sharing some after work Christmas Eve drinks with some of her female co-workers, Danielle felt a touch of anxiety. This was a distinctly rare occurrence for this usually very self assured young woman. But this would be the first Christmas Eve that she would be spending with Reed since they...