Iwroteathing Stories

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Jogging for Fun and Exercise

by Iwroteathing on Jan 20, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"I... fucking... hate... this" I groaned to myself in the rhythm of my footsteps on mud. I had been jogging a couple of months now and it still felt like the worst thing of my life. Not just the burning muscles and gasping lungs, but the knowledge that my best years are over. In my youth everything was easy, my body required no long term attention, a spray o...

The Empress' Body Double

by Iwroteathing on Jun 15, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

"You should have just stayed hidden behind your walls." The mercenary taunted, looming over the empress, her royal guard knelt defeated around her, swords to their throats. "Now the way I see it, there's a small bounty for your death, but there is an even larger bounty to rape you." The Empress' eyes widened, the rape threat made sense, as Empress Henrietta...

Cherri Bomb

by Iwroteathing on Jun 9, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Ever since I moved to Australia, nothing brings me joy anymore. I moved to Canberra for my work, asset management specialising in metals and minerals, and yes it is entirely as boring as it sounds. Every day I go to an office and dedicate my life to getting rich people to buy rocks en masse. I tried to stay in touch with my friends and family in Scotland but...

The Arrangment

by Iwroteathing on Mar 2, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It had been two years since Christine Andrews first saw her name on a brass plaque in the New York offices of HNF investments. She had been in charge of a lucrative hedge fund portfolio for some time and, as she predicted when she first got the job, she was almost completely uninterested. Christine had actually made news when she was in college as a financi...

Inducement

by Iwroteathing on Sep 14, 2020
BDSM

"Oh my god please... please fuck my pussy and make me cum" the woman begged into a darkened room. She was on the wrong end of forty, but impeccably manicured and hairstyled, the only crack in her upper class visage was that she was naked, tied to a St. Andrew's cross, and covered in electrodes and vibrators that danced on and off in a cacophony of frustratin...