I know it is very old stoy, but I read it now and wanted to write my continuation on story 'Something we need to talk about' by nici. If you think it was waste of time writing on that old story no need to read it, ignore it. Dont be to harsh while judging. No Sex. Jonathan sitting there on chair thinking about what lawyer had said to him. He was in dilemm...
It was heading toward some typical Friday night sex. I had gotten off early for a week off-- the new year's holiday plus some extra vacation time I had scheduled. So I was relaxed, feeling good, enjoying myself, feeling sort of free. He was already off from work. I fixed us sandwiches, a cheap and easy quick dinner at 5:00. I had removed my pants. Yeah, I...
Hope everyone is doing well, keeping safe and being healthy. I had some difficulty to get this chapter posted so thank you for your patience, To all who gave feedback on the chapters being too short, thank you for sharing your opinion. Taking a break and being given the chance to review the characters and plot, and re-reading posted and non-posted chapters...
I walked into the café and quietly sat down at my usual table. Tonight I was down in the dumps. It was the day for lovers. The day I hated most out of the year. This day brought so many feelings. It brought loss, sadness, anger, and even yearning. Tonight I was pissed. Paul was still free. He had even moved on. He was getting married again. 'Poor girl...
I almost died as I saw Bill standing there. The guilt poured over me, as the justifications that has allowed me to push it away melted before my eyes as I saw the look on his face, the shock, the horror, the sadness. My first thought was that he was going to kill us, and as he told Jacques to get out I realized he wanted to hurt him, but was holding back. A...
I am lying on my back, on your bed, with my hands cuffed behind my back. You used metal cuffs, and they're digging in. Into to my wrists, and my back as well, pinching my skin and hurting. My arms hurt, and my back hurts, and your hands are around my neck, squeezing. Squeezing enough that I'm scared. Not enough I can't breathe. My breast hurts. You slappe...
"Kneel princess." Master had a long white soft rope in his hand. I kneeled obediently. He slowly and skillfully wound the rope around me belong my boobs, up between my boobs and back around again, leaving my boobs completely encircled by the strands of rope. "This is called shinju." I looked down at my breasts as he pulled the ropes tight and made a knot...
Greetings and salutations avid readers. This is my first story in this category and I hope you like it. The build up of story line takes a while but I hope it will be worth the wait. It will be about fourteen chapters all told and I am sure that many of you will be glad to hear that all but two of them have been written. This won't be one of those stories th...
Thanks for your patience! Here is Chapter 3. Chapter 4 is following almost immediately:-) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> A few weeks later. God, he missed her. He should probably just pick up the phone and call her. For God's sake, it was Chaya and it wasn't like she was a stranger. He'd known her for practically her entire life, so why the fuck...
"Having Fun" October 2014 Want to know how to kill a masochist's excitement? Just say, "Tell me if this hurts too much and I'll stop." I'm a masochist. I get off on being hurt. I don't have much experience with physical pain, but I've said for years that cuckolding is "psychological S&M." I've also corresponded with many masochists who actually live, and...