Hello Everyone, Ok so I edited this chapter, Hopefully there are a lot less errors. -S *** Part 1 Action: an act that one consciously wills and that may be characterized by physical or mental activity. Nyyrikki, god of the hunt, sat on his golden throne, staring into a glittering, golden, bowl of sand. He rose suddenly, picked up the bowl and cast the...
The sudden cold snap at the beginning of March caught everyone on the hop, even though the Met Office had been forecasting snow for a week and were very specific in the detail of their forecast just the night before the snow came. So I woke that morning to about two inches of very icy snow sitting on top of half an inch of solid ice from earlier rain falli...
All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. ***** Ricky Jones was an 18-year old loser: short, thin and unattractive; constantly bullied by the other kids. He had resigned himself not only to a life of virginity, but also to not even securing a date to the prom. "Man," he thought to himself, "even the ugliest girl in t...
To the readers: If you find humiliation and pain between a good Dom and a trusting Sub a turn off or offensive, this may not be a story you will like. If however, you are as into this as we are, I would love to hear your feedback and comments. To my DOM: You know who you are. Thank you so much for supporting my writing and encouraging me to publish this ev...
When I decided to step outside of my relationship, I wasn't feeling appreciated by my boyfriend. He has an aggressive temper, and he spent more time watching porn and video games than showing me attention. He'd get irritable with me over small things, like leaving a McDonald's wrapper in his truck by accident, and despite ten months together, it felt like th...
Living alone has its perks. I can lounge around all day without showering, eat whatever I want, and toss my clothes on the floor without worrying about cleaning it up later. I was living the good life in my downtown apartment, only a bus ride from my University, and…say about 30 steps to my job. You see, I live in a flat above a café called On...
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It is about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful "golden cocoon" that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source- her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that s...
Chapter 1: An Acquired Taste A vibration on the balcony floor lifts me out of a light sleep. The droning of rush-hour traffic drifts up from the streets below. I grope for the phone underneath my recliner, taking care not to knock over the half-empty bottle of chardonnay I left there in the shade. Shielding the screen from the late afternoon sun, I read the...
Needless to say, Sky felt uncomfortable. Looking out the window, coffee clasped in his warm hands, it was easy to understand why. First and most pressing was the soreness that all but dominated his body, he was, after all, recovering from a very intensive 'workout' in the Gym that morning that had left him feeling particularly spent. The other source of hi...
Chapter 1 Sluttage Some women are born sluts Some achieve slutdom Some have slutdom thrust upon them I could be called an undercover slut. Some people have suggested that growing up in a brothel sowed the seeds of my slutdom. I was in fact the last of my group of friends to lose their virginity. I do have a fairly strict definition of being deflowered:...