Before reading any further, here is the usual 'health warning'. This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts which some may find offensive or perverse. If you are likely to be offended by such content, then please continue no further. A couple of actual events inspired this work of fiction, in which I have taken the opportunity to elaborate on...
I drove home with the word "Pussy" literally written on the window of my car. It was there in broad daylight for anyone who might be looking to see. Demeaned beyond any reasonable explanation, I just needed to get home and hide from the world as fast as I could. I felt like collapsing during the entire 45 mile drive home. My weakened state of mind and my e...
A knock. "Can I come in?" she asks. Wet and tired. "Do you want to? You're the one who left." She stares at me intently. Hesitation and drama. "I was... disturbed. Can I come in?" I step aside just enough to let her past. She smells of bourbon and fear. I watch as she removes her overcoat: a painted-on pair of jeans and a second skin of a tee-shirt. If s...
Authors Note: Angela is a real woman. This is a continuation of her fantasy, to be a whore. The tattoo WILL become reality. This story was inspired by klitorisring, who wants to see her inked. *** Angela and James had been to several tattoo shops in the area. Every one had their section on Queen of Spades tattoos, they were pretty common to be seen, althou...
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real, any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy. * It was over. He was three days from opening his own...
Lena blinked sleepily, raising her head a little to look up at the man stood before her. His warm, strong hand reached out to shake her upper arm gently. She stretched her body playfully, her loose tee rose up to expose her stomach and the neck slipped off of her shoulder. She tilted her head, pressing her pale bare legs out as she fidgeted. "Comfy, Lena?"...
Teacher Fails the Class/Anne Disciplines With Report Cards and Spanking For Linda Robertson and Devon Sara It had already been a long day for Miss Smithers as she began her eighth-period English class. This was actually one of her better classes—with the high school's students intent on going to selective colleges—but it also posed the greatest challenge...
"... tattoos. I love tattoos. I don't have any because my mother would kill me... but... I love them, and love men who have them..." "...Ongoing search continues for missing 18 year old..." "... No, not the flaming skulls or chicks riding motorcycles kind. Artistic ones... designs... black, ink markings..." "... Police have been searching since early last...
My name is Joe. I'm going to tell you a story. No, not about me, I'm just your "average Joe". But I have a friend who is really something else! His name is Leonard. His friends all call him Leo. Leo & I worked in the oil fields in south Texas. I'm a roustabout while he is a high rigger. I don't have any special talents, but Leo is an artist. Not a painter...
I felt very different in my studio the next morning. From the very first drawing, I could do no wrong. Every mark I made was right, whether it was with a brush, a pastel stick, pencil or charcoal, each different medium seemed to want to do exactly what I asked it to. I drew quickly and fluently, and I felt that I had energy to spare. Amy could feel it, too...