This story was written with the co-operation and input of Playboy & Adult model Angela Sommers. The author wishes to thank her for all her efforts on his behalf. ~~BrettJ * Angela could hear the driving beat of the music before she even entered the club. It was sexy and upbeat, just the kind of thing to lift her spirits. Her friend Salome had told her that...
The welcoming orange glow of the hotel reception lights winked at me through the rain that splattered against the windscreen. A beacon in the darkness, but was it sanctuary being offered? I stared at the entrance, my hands gripping, white knuckled, to the steering wheel. I was insane, I had to be; but then looking back over the last few months, thinking of t...
I must apologise, gentle reader. This is the last chapter. I had never realised how hard this would be. Thank you for your support and I hope this is a fitting end. * Sunday night, Anne had driven Nicole home. The journey had been over too soon. They had talked, filling the emptiness of the journey. When they had pulled up outside Nicole's house, it had be...
He awoke with a dry mouth, sensing something was different here in his private cell. The air was naturally humid which he didn't mind and the only light came from a low wattage bulb near the wooden stairway. On the queen sized mattress, sans sheets, he rolled over onto his side, the soreness from the previous night apparent but fulfilling. Like scattered cl...
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. Any descriptions or names that resemble actual persons, businesses, or locations are purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. I – Consummation 'She would look so hot covered in blood,' he thought, as he observed the woman exiting the spa. In...
I'm waiting for you, as you instructed, naked, kneeling, eyes down facing the bedroom door. My hands are clasped behind my back and I'm shaking in anticipation. My pussy is shaved completely smooth and I'm so wet that I can feel the moistness dripping down my swollen lips and coating the insides of my thighs. Per your instructions I've prepared and laid out...
Dan ran down the sidewalk effortlessly, dodging people as he went. Being chased was nothing new. It was a hazard of life for a thief. He wasn't much worried about being caught. Once he was clear of all the people on the busy street, he could and would outdistance anything and anyone. Bio assistance was a necessity in his line of work. He reached the corner...
"She's a cow! A real fucking cow!" Prissy exclaimed, blowing smoke into the air of the pub where the wisping blue vapour was sucked into the smoke extractor. "I don't know why I stick with her!" "Me too!" agreed Cath. "My Jayne's so fucking uptight. All she fucking wants to do is sit in and watch telly." "So, you ditching her then, Cath?" Emily wondered. "...
The act of moving me into Damien's room was a huge to do. It took more servants than I had seen together before, half of them were re arranging Damien's closet and the other half were moving my clothes into his closet. It was such a big to do that it ended up causing a crowd to gather at the entrance of the room. I hid in the bedroom until I finally spotted...
The man on the computer screen was tightly encased in semi translucent pink plastic. Other than a bit of wiggle, he was completely immobilized. His face was obscured by a thick leather blindfold, nearly a mask, so it was impossible to determine whether his expression was filled with desperation, horror, or pure pleasure. Or maybe a pleasant mix of all three....