Dear Shoeblossom: One nigh I attached Carter's wrists to the ceiling hook in his basement, and separated his legs and locked them into a spreader bar. I whacked his cock to awaken it with my long cut rose switch...didn't bother to cut off the thorns! And then I brought out a thin steel knitting needle. "This little slit at the end of your cock is quite s...
{For Ravenfox who gave me the idea.} * "But I don't want to," whined the winsome young ingenue. "Why do I have to be the naked one?" She twirled her hair around her fingers and looked around the bare room at the others. "Because," explained the young stud standing beside her, "this is a porn site and us guys wanna see naked women!" "Yes, I know that," sh...
The hospital smelled sterile and sickly except for the waiting room where Dierdre sat staring at a book and chewing her thumbnail. It smelled of coffee and humans and the pizza the family across the row had ordered after sitting for five hours. Dierdre closed her book and placed it into her shoulder bag, one of those patchwork mail carrier ones, and pulled o...
Keith Foxx carefully drove down a muddy road in his Ford pickup. He would need to take it to a car wash after today. Unfortunately this road was the only way back to the homestead of "Isaiah and Mary Ruuthouse", parents of Britney's friend Grace. Beside him sat his daughter Brit appearing far more adult than he had ever seen her. Today his cute youngster wo...
Mary Lewis say it first – the flash of a white dress and the long tail of red hair. "Whatever is that?" she asked. Husband Calum put down his handle of beer, burped, and joined her at the window, peering into the gloom. "Whatever is what? "Oh, nothing, it must have been a piece of paper caught by the wind. "Let's go to bed and amuse ourselves by being in...
Chapter 1 In the housing development of Mossy Oaks, the lawns were green and the houses were huge. It was the kind of place that told of success, but that was the outside. The postman walked down one of the sidewalks with a happy gait. Anybody that saw the man would say that the man was unseasonably happy. People in the neighborhood often only put out happi...
I would like to read more stories with wool fetish as a theme, like some of the stories submitted by Smother or Maude. That being the case; I have tried to write a story in the same vein myself. Comments and improvements are appreciated. It was winter and bitterly cold outside. I was leaving my home town on a late-night flight to go to university, unsure of...
You give a long sigh as you slowly finish boxing up the last of your things, setting the box near the door. It's been a tough couple of weeks - First, your work burned down in a freak accident. You don't even know how an office building would end up with all the carpets on every floor catching fire... You don't even remember the office having carpets. You're...
Peter stood at the front door of his parents' house and waved goodbye to his mom and dad as they drove off in their car to the airport and their two week vacation in the Caribbean. He closed the door behind him, ran up the stairs to his bedroom where he stripped off his jogging bottoms and tee-shirt and hurried into his bathroom. He had the house to himself...
Hello, all. This is part one of my story, 'A Good Man'. It is about the relationship that develops between the pastor of an aging and struggling suburban congregation, and an agnostic Dominatrix. The pastor is a tormented soul - simultaneously wanting to be the perfect husband to his cold, asexual wife, but needing the intensity of his newfound Dominatrix to...