Coco Reynolds was finally finishing her first shift at The Last Stop diner in a tiny little town called River's Bend. Her feet were killing her. The owner had been nice enough to hire her right off the street, even without any previous experience. One of the other waitresses had been especially unfriendly to her, being less than helpful in regards to teach...
There was something in the air today. An innate sense of foreboding that crept up her spine and made her tingle all over. She could feel the darkness crawling its way through her to get to the top. To bring itself out. She loved to let her darkness out. To play. To own her wholly and fully. But lately it had an edge. Something driving her. To an extreme. T...
Chapter 4 Mistress Lynn's been bad, very bad and needs to be punished. He threw back a double downstairs and poured myself another double shot of bourbon to take upstairs with him to help him deal with Mistress Linda. He'll need the alcohol to tie her to the bedpost, if that's what she wanted him to do. He needed the extra shot of alcohol, if she wanted hi...
My trip to Boston put me on Interstate 90 in Montana east of Butte. My Buick's cruise control was set a couple of miles per hour above the posted limit and I slowly crept past a single motorcycle rider that was in the right hand lane. The bike didn't look like a Harley, but it could have been. The rider was definitely a curvy lady. Women just sit a bike di...
One man, wearing biker gear and tearing up the streets leaving a trail of smoke, sped along the deserted highway. He was a lone wolf, choosing not to be in a clan but to ride on his own. He bore no colours, just a simple leather jacket with embroidered flames crawling up its back. A red bandana covered his face, deep dark brown eyes piercing the road before...
Chapter Eleven: Patchover "So... you've scratched my itch, and a few other places," Jill Saint John sat at the breakfast table with Cassie. They were both dressed in silk dressing gowns and complimentary hotel slippers. They had just showered and Jill wore fresh panties and nothing else. Cassie wore a pair of panties straight out of the wrapper, donated t...
I love my job as the photographer for Fantasies For Women magazine. It's like Playgirl meets Cosmopolitan, but with more photos, erotic stories, and stuff. My name's Kristy Garrison. I was so excited about to do photo work for the magazine's debut issue. My very first photo op was a photo shoot for the cover and centerfold with an up-and-coming male supermod...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** Growing up in the Black Hills meant that I was exposed to the scourge of annual motorcycle rally - or so that is what my parents wanted me to believe. When I was little, we would visit the town during the day and see the crazy clothes, amazing motorcycles, and stare in awe at...
Summer scanned the room looking for a familiar face – or at least an attractive one. It was easy for her. At nearly six feet tall, she easily towered over almost everyone in the room. Summer was bored. It was Friday night. It was early. Already she began to wonder if she should just go back to her empty apartment and take care of business herself. But no –...
I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more details and corrected some...