NOTE: DUE TO NUMEROUS REQUESTS AND POSITIVE FEEDBACK (THANKS) THE SAGA CONTINUES. YOU SHOULD READ "THE MUSIC TEACHER" FIRST AS THIS IS A SEQUEL. PLEASE BEAR WITH POSSIBLE GRAMMAR MISTAKES, IT IS ONLY MY SECOND LANGUAGE. * The early rays of the Sunday morning sun brightened the script of my dreams to a blank page. I lazily opened my eyes and recalled the pr...
Lori Monroe was becoming worried. Her husband of eight years had left the house early on Friday morning for a business trip and was expected home on Sunday evening. Now it was Monday morning and he had not come home or even had contacted her while gone which was also very odd. Monte Monroe, her husband, was a kind and gentle man. He was the epitome of the m...
Sometimes goodbye's the only way, that's how that famous line from the song 'Shadow of the Day' by my favorite band Linkin Park goes. I can't help but realize that it totally applies to my life, especially now that I'm Undead. Oh, snap. I'm getting ahead of myself again. My name is Omar Abdullah Clarence, my friends call me O.C. and I'm a Detroit dude stuck...
Fenton composed an email next morning, feeling like a man reborn after a highly physical night with Lisa who had grunted and groaned with him into their final climax around dawn before he staggered off home and went to sleep for another three hours. He emailed a message to all trust members but excluding their patron the Mayor. He was livid that their first...
My name is Karol and I am a second year student studying English Lit. I am based in London where my parents, originally from Sweden have now lived for the last eight years. Consequently I went to school here from the age of twelve, growing up just about bilingual, but, I am pleased to say looking every part of the blonde Swedish nymphet stereotypes seen on f...
Part Two: The Major Lift CHAPTER 4 One. Okay, Two. Three... The phone quits on the fourth ring. Again. Whoever's been trying so hard to get ahold of me these last two weeks (and I'm pretty sure that it is the repeated attempts of just one person) has long since ascertained just when the machine is going to pick up. Since they aren't inclined to lea...
It had been a whole month since I was locked in my metal chastity belt. Samantha had been right, its comfortable but frustrating; sometimes you forget you are wearing it but at the same time you know its there. I constantly hope I will be released soon but Katrina hasn't hinted about it and I know better not to bring the issue up with her. At least she doesn...
Note: This chapter had several hindrances including me being sick for a week, receiving a cut on my eye (hurt like a bitch for a day and it's fine the next), and of course Christmas in which I find great Christmas joy in shooting carolers with super soakers. Otherwise, in lieu of a long wait, this chapter is several thousand words longer than I wished, but w...
Foreword: This lengthy tale (just shy of 30 pages on MS Word) involves male submission and cuckoldry. Fans of this story genre are well-aware that a man who's willing to invest so much time reading a story like this, and then commenting afterwards about how pathetic the author and his fans are, is almost certainly a closet cuckold-wannabe himself. At the ver...
[Several years back I wrote a series of stories called Dress Off, about an agency of female secret agents who employed unusual and highly public games of embarrassment and exposure in order to recruit promising new agents. The main story's fifth chapter was an unintentional cliffhanger for far too long as I took a break from writing, and I have now finally r...