It was horrible, but it was supposed to be. Every slash of her wrist brought agony onto my rump as she cackled. She wanted me to fail. She wanted me to scream enough was enough and spew forth my safeword. The safeword was "Surrender" but I would not allow her to succeed. In fact, I would have ceded to anyone else but her. She was my enemy, my sworn enemy. M...
It really is such a waste when it rains at night. I can hear it and smell it, but I can't see it. The blackness outside is solid, as though there is really nothing beyond my open bedroom door. I walk naked out onto the screened porch to get closer to the rain for a moment, as it washes the world. It's time to lie down in a moment and let the rain usher me...
After Joline left, I was extremely horny and could barely sleep. I knew that this was getting out of control. I made the decision that being with Joline wasn't the life that I was looking for, but, I couldn't get the eroticism of being with her out of my mind. I counted the days nervously till our next run. Joline acted like everything was normal. A typic...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills Warning: Angst, Slash Rating: FRAO italics and/or * indicates thoughts ------indicates a change in the point of view This chapter begins from the pov of the participant Guilty Pleasure Chapter 4 I stood there, shocked by my cousin's actions, as I watched the General di...
Chapter Five: "Elizabeth" I was wrong. Something else happened. It happened that Elizabeth came to see me late. Very late. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke to pounding on the door. I don't know how she got into the building. I thought I heard her voice calling in a dream, but she pulled me out of the dream and through the dark hall and the living...
His name was Eric Mahen, and I'll never forget him. He taught me who I really am. Most people go through an entire life before they really get a feeling for who they are, deep down inside. A lot of people never even think to wonder. But I wondered, and Eric helped me find out. I was eighteen, a senior in high school, and I was kind of a nobody. I mean, I wa...
There she was, wild; he could see from her that she had been broken at one point. But his fists ached with a desire to clench at the thought of the brute who must have once owned her. She had no brand, but the marks were there for any trainer to see and he moved slowly, slowly. Yet, she was beautiful. Flowing mane matted and dirty, coat unkempt and matted,...
Dear L. I miss the way we were. I wish with all my heart that there was some way that we could go back to the days where your eyes beheld me as the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, when your heart felt lighter in my presents, when the thought of me kept you warm on a cold night. I know that I am the one to blame for letting that light in your eyes d...
Several years ago I was dating a lovely girl Rachel. I was 24 and she was 21. Rachel was a tall, thin, pretty girl with long brunette hair. She was studying at university and still living at home with her mother (Sandra) who was divorced. Most of the time we would meet out at pubs and clubs and we would go back to my place to fuck. Although she was a lovely...
I lay there, finally living out one of my fantasies. I was tied to the bed wearing only a satin scarf around my head, used as a blindfold. The ropes were pulled tight, the knots a little tighter than they should have been. They hurt but since I had been pestering my boyfriend, Jake, to do this to me for a while now, I knew better than to complain. He had don...