I'd like to thank Randi for her editing skills. This story is not intended to be legally accurate. And it is a work of fiction, obviously. No real person, alive or deceased is depicted within it. Bradley Mertzmunn was irritated. He worked for the family business, and, once again, his boss, his own father, had sent him on a call that was not only unimpor...
I arrive wheeling a metal case. I placed it on the table and opened it up. Inside were all manner of tools for the BDSM enthusiast. Blindfolds, whips, chains and handcuffs. A collar and ball gag for the more noisy women, enough for some interesting fun. Also were a rope, a spreader bar, and all the apparatus for a BDSM sling included. She was decidedly brav...
As she slid out of the shower, a bare five minutes of water, but still heaven to her aching, stressed body and mind, Angela sighed in relief. It was a respite from the madness of her new nightmare realm, a moment of normalcy under which she could forget the horrible tales of the crypt below, and the macabre art supposedly practiced there, as well as the frig...
Jack invited his friends inside for lunch. While they were eating sandwiches and chips, washed down with Colorado Cool-Ade (Coors Beer) Jack discussed his thoughts about a place for the two men to live. He said, "I hate to see all the empty houses here in town. I know there are several for sale and some for rent. You could buy a house and if it needed it we...
Event: Gymnastics In the Olympics world there is a multi-event event known as Gymnastics where prepubescent girls show off their stretchiness. In the Literotica world, there is Bondage Gymnastics where women of legal age show off much much more. “All right then, welcome to the Literotica Dungeon. I’m Tom Gunn, and with me is my colorful commentator Dick Ge...
Wednesday: Pam 9:12am: 'Give me your landlord's contact details, hobo-trout.' John 9:13am: *Landlord contact sent to Pam* Pam 10:30am: 'Nice man your landlord. We have a lot in common; mainly in agreeing what a total fucking gutter mallet you are! LOL!' John 10:31am: 'Can I ask what you talked to my landlord about, please, Pam?' Pam 11:33am: 'I told him...
You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...
Hitting the gym every night, eating exactly what her nutritionist had recommended to the crumb, and investing most of her money in skincare potions and rubs had recently become the centrepiece of Ezzi's after work activities. A string of failed relationships had given her self-esteem a large hit and she decided to channel that into sculpting herself a perfec...
Again, with thanks to DawnJ for her invaluable help with the editing The next evening, the party in the shop went well. I had a chance to meet all the volunteers and staff and as the drinks flowed, the atmosphere was great. When the time came for us to hit the local bars, Nicola asked Trudie to stay behind whilst she changed. I and the others went off to th...
You couldn't make Samara play with you, she had to want it. She wasn't the sort of woman who gave sexual favours out like candy, or who'd gratify you because she thought you were a nice person. She did things on her terms; if she wanted, when she wanted, and how she wanted. She strode into the room wearing a red latex dress, fishnets and heels. Her long da...