[This story stands alone, though it fits into the bigger 'Out of the Closet' story. It was planned as Chapter 5, but my muse has been badgering me for months to release it sooner. I learned my lesson and will obey. She's stopped me from writing before when I didn't listen. It fits in the time line about 16 weeks after Out of the Closet, ch 1.] * In his mot...
The next morning, Cori woke up with the taste of semen still fresh on her tongue. She rolled over and felt Harris next to her. They were both naked under the sheets. She looked at the clock -- it was only 6 a.m., but she was too excited about her new job to sleep any longer. She wondered if Harris would want a blowjob to start his day or if he would be mad i...
"Put your clothes on cum slut. The skirt, blouse, socks, and tennis shoes only. The things you had on earlier." "I responded immediately, even though my brain was still locked onto the part about being the only naked person at the party. If that is what Master wants me to do then I will do it. I'm just a little thankful that I won't know any of the people t...
I hate sleeping on the couch, my back is always stiff when I wake up and today was no exception. Perhaps I could have Fran give me a quick massage to loosen up my stiff muscles. The door to my bedroom was closed and to my surprise when I opened it the room was empty, the bed had been made and my clothes picked up and folded neatly on the foot of the bed. I...
Dear Reader: This story is about a "housewife", that means she is married…if you do not want to read about adultery please do not continue. Otherwise…enjoy! Thank you! V.A. © 2004 V. A. Alexander I woke up in Jackson's arms; I looked around for a clock and saw one on his nightstand. I rolled off of him and turned the clock to face me. It was almost 2:...
I arrived home from Sam's place about seven o'clock. Barry's E Class was parked in the garage and as I pulled the Benz in beside his vehicle I thought about leaving my shopping bags in the trunk. I wasn't sure I wanted to get into a discussion about my shopping habits tonight. Stepping into the kitchen I noticed the light was on in the den. Walking to the...
I don't know why I do the things I do. I seem to have a dark side, an evil beyond even my own comprehension. I won't make excuses for my behavior, and I won't apologize either, I am what I am. You know who I am, and it scares the hell out of you. You find me attractive, and yet repulsive. I feed your fears, and make you tremble with trepidation and exciteme...
Part II - The End Of The Road The wind was cool against my face as I gave the engine gas and we accelerated away from my house. Natalie had a tight hold around my waist and I kept the speed down to thirty, knowing how powerful and fast the bike was and not wanting to scare her. I also stayed slow so I could see everything that was around me. I'd ridden this...
We were dining out one evening with Marie and Jean-Pierre and the conversation turned to upcoming vacation plans since it was only a few months before the holidays were upon us. We mentioned that we had made plans to go to Aruba and spend the holidays laying around on the beach and just relaxing when Marie suddenly exclaimed, “Aruba!” and went on to explain...
*** Another Tale from the Shack. This one is after Pogo and Spooky. Really it fits right before the last paragraph of that story. You don't have to read that one to get this one, but it will make it better. There is no graphic sex in this story line. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and Crkcppr for editing and beta reading it for me. Any remaining errors are e...