I was standing bound and tethered to the hooks near the back door when the door to the kitchen opened and I was aware that there was another person with my wife. "Here's a nude companion in bondage for you, his name is Brian, Janet insisted that he came to me since I do such a good job on you. She wants him to be treated exactly the same as I treat you an...
Lady Sally spent most of the night in the gondola watching the descent of the airship through the storm, taking time out only to release the slaves from their bondage and send them back to their quarters. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, after they had left the storm behind, that she retired. Thanks to Captain Wyndham's skill and determinati...
Ugh, New England. It was the first thought that crossed Dana's mind as she entered the small town of South Hadley in Massachusetts. This is the place she'd run away from to improve her career—and personal—prospects. As soon as she graduated from New York University and started working in one of the biggest PR companies in the city she'd sworn that nothing w...
This, and all my other stories, are planned to be standalone stories set during episodes of TV shows. Any events or situations from other stories do not roll over. The set up for most of these stories will be sort of ridiculous, so if super realism is your thing, I apologize. This is set in the TV show The League on FX. This story focuses on the characters...
Bears, Porridge, and Honey: A Pair of Goldilocks by The Preve Story One---The Sticky Cheerleader: Part Two Cynthia caught the brothers off guard. The cooperative, orgasmic body beneath them, transformed into a whirlwind of flying arms, fists, and legs. "Shriek! Scream! Help! Get off me you perverts!" the cheerleader shrilled...and then she saw the true na...
I was in my junior year in college, majoring in museum studies. Everyone in my class—and undoubtedly every museum studies major in the city—was applying for internships that summer. The New York City—and especially Manhattan—is filled with world-renowned museums, from the Metropolitan Museum of Art to the Museum of Natural History to the Guggenheim to the Wh...
It was an evening in mid December. Telephone was ringing. I guessed it was my husband Kingsley. I took the receiver hurry, because he went to inspect a branch office of his working place which was located about 200km away from the head office. He informed me his safety arrival and accommodation. He inquired about the son who had prepared to go for two days S...
The true story goes something like this: I am a lawyer, he is my client. He is in prison and I go to see him. We sit across a small table; the seats remind me of preschool and we are far too large to take up such a small space. I have to ask a guard if I can hug him. The guard, disgusted, says, "Yes, if you'd want to." I am wearing a suit that covers up...
It was a freezing cold Monday afternoon just after Christmas when they caught me. It had been snowing non-stop for three days and the East Village was almost deserted. I didn’t see a thing. One minute I was scurrying home through the blizzard to my wife and kids, the next I had a gun in my ribs and there was a strange, muffled voice telling me to get into th...
Well, that certainly had been a birthday party that we would talk about for awhile, don’t you think? Haha! I mentioned a couple of chapters back that I felt as though my clothes were thoroughly safe, when I stashed them in a Sunday school room and it turned out they weren’t. As the summer wore on, I began to experience extreme feelings of horniness. This w...