Season Three, cont. I settled back into a regular routine after that. Every day at work, I provided the best I could, making new friends everywhere I went. My after-hours catering began to pick up and I was no longer just doing private cast parties and the occasional dinner party, I was supplying set dinners to a couple other productions, separate indie mov...
I'd "kidnap" you for the day. You'd grin and come willingly; that defeats the purpose of "kidnapping", doesn't it? The day would pass quickly, as we enjoyed conversation and one another's company. Our interests match, and you wile me with your gentle voice and amazing sense of humor. We discuss Shakespeare and poetry, long walks on the beaches of the East C...
My friend Lori and I always talk about the strange and sadistic things that we would like to do to other people. It seems as though when we fantasize together we come out with strange and almost horrific stories. I would like to share with you two stories that we came up with one afternoon while we were watching pornographic movies and having a few drinks....
You just like to mess with me. You love watching me push the envelope. I love watching you covet me. I love it when you tell me what to do. Put your mouth up against the bars of the cage and lick it off my fingers.I know what you want, I just don't know how you want it. Yet. Oh, yeah, there are a lot of other women in the world who are so sexy. It' s true....
The scent was growing stronger, and Jade could pick up the low hushed sound of weeping. She came to the edge of the trees and looked down on the small cabin nestled into the mountainside. The windows were shaded, but she could hear voices inside. She slowly slunk up to the side of the cabin and listened. She could make out four voices, three men arguing a...
"The sexual act, successfully performed, was rebellion. Desire was thoughtcrime." ― 1984 The hooker entering Mike Oxhard's rotting apartment had skin the color of mahogany. Her male counterpart ― clad in sweatshop-hewn khakis, and a name brand with B.O. stains ― followed closely behind; a frightened child clinging to its mother. Oxhard's Doublelist classi...
This is just a Short story I wrote a few years ago, sorry for bad English. *** Her hands were tied behind her back with armbinder and her feet were shackled to the wall. She had an o-ringgag in here mouth and was wearing a blind folder. Lara the slave was twenty year old girl with blond hair and a little fit body and big blue eyes. She had been waiting for...
Mirka was running though the woods. She did not know where she was or where she was going. But she knew what was behind her and she would not go back to that. The chains on her arm, legs and neck were heavy, but she kept running carrying them the best she could. Thorns caught on her legs and arms, leaving scratches. But she kept running as she stumbled and f...
"Crap!" Eddy said under strained breath as he ran to catch the bus. The smell of gasoline filled his nose as it pulled away from the stop. His large belly bounced up and down as he reached out and waved for the driver to stop. Sweat trickled down his neck, staining his black shirt. With the last bit of air in his lungs Eddy yelped, "Wait!" Despite his effor...
Authors Note: Apologies for the major Delay in the second chapter, your messages of support and love of the story have been overwhelming so thank you so much for that. Unfortunately I work in retail and I have just finished working the busiest period of the year so when you're tired after work your imagination switch's off so I have been unable to write. Now...