Half an hour later and following two orgasms, she lay on her stomach supine and lacking enough energy to move after being well and truly fucked - doggie style. As she moved she felt the semen he had ejaculated along her spine move a little bit. She had grasped his penis, thinking she might make the running as she had the night before; she was sadly mistake...
Before I even post this, so readers will be gentle and not jump on what I get wrong, I have never been to BDSM club/bar, or even to a munch. This is the first chapter to a story I have ideas to write a fair amount about. Any feedback about what it might really be like, very much appreciated. It's something I would love to explore. My character in this story...
August 3, 1989 - Natalie and Conrad Natalie paced back and forth alongside her parked car. She stopped alongside the cars passenger window. She bit a nail, trying to stem her nervousness. What if this man, this Conrad, doesn't like her? What if she doesn't like him? Yesterday she had been so excited after Katy had told her about him she couldn't think strai...
Brandon woke up the next morning to his legs being pulled rather hard. He groaned, dug his face out of the pillow, and looked down at his feet to find Ben trying to drag him out of bed. Benedict Malcolm Thomas Barrett. The prankster. One of his oldest friends. "Wake up, sleepyhead," he said, wrapping his fists around his ankles and using all his force to d...
I recorded this saga as told to me by a haggard crumpled man who claimed he lost count of his years after 85 while I was researching a Master's thesis on 'iterative anthropology.' The Orkney Island native narrated this tale claiming it was one retold 50 times over but never penned. His thick accent, while charming, has been edited to make this saga more acce...
The meeting was on, and then it was off, and then it was on again. And then, at more-or-less the last minute, the TKE people decided that the meeting would have to be held in Dublin rather than in London. 'It's Sean,' Malcolm O'Neil said. 'He has a full day on the 31st. And he has promised to spend the Halloween evening with his kids. Then on Thursday, the...
There's truth and fiction in this story. My visit to both Irelands last year was a revelation. As always, my thanks to ErikThread for his helpful and expert editing. Any errors are entirely my own. I was sitting in a bar in Sligo, a town on the west coast of the Republic of Ireland. I had just finished another ordinary evening meal. The Irish specialize in...
(Warning! Most Bridget stories contain sex and fun and adventure mixed together. This story has none of those things. It is dark and contains extreme graphic violence. Bridget apologized to me but this is a reminder that nightmare things bubble deep inside of all of us and no one, human or vampire, is immune to them. Civilization is sometimes a very thin clo...
CHAPTER 1 I admit my vagina had changed. After two children it was no longer as tight as it was. But that was no excuse for the man who had caused those children to say I had a cunt like a jam jar, as if it was my fault that his sexual satisfaction had been reduced. It was not only that. The reality of two children was hard on both of us, so we should have...
This year the pixies brought me a tale of a Banshee as my Celtic Halloween story. At least, I think it was a pixie. It is sometimes difficult to keep the various Fay folk of the Emerald Isle in the proper category. In any case this is the story of a captive Banshee and how she is finally freed. As with all my Celtic stories, some of this is historical, some...