Author's note: I spent a lot of time this one, and it is mainly inspired by own views of submission (which im not quite sure if other people share). It is long, yes, but I feel that it has more of a realistic feel to it. It is very psychological (it that it delves into the thought-processes of a submissive) so if you're expecting clothes to be ripped off of...
Lori was a quiet and faithful wife. Until her friend, April, introduced her to R.D. and was quickly introduced to black sexing. Faithful no more, Lori began her transformation into a lustful woman with only sex on her mind ... April helped Lori off the bed whose head was still spinning from the wine and lust. She needed help regaining her balance as both wo...
It was the cold tag end of winter. Valentine's Day was close, and that means spring will arrive soon. In this part of the country. But, so far, there was still snow on the ground and the temperatures hovered around the freezing mark. Mary had come to see me at my university apartment. I had fixed her and myself some tea. There was soft rock on the Ipod. We w...
It was one of those hot summer days in New York State, and after a long cold winter this was a day that I described as a "Three H" day; Hazy, Hot, and it made me oh so Horny. You could say I am a fairly domesticated suburban type guy; I have a lovely wife, Liz, two kids, a decent house, and a 9 to 5 job. I would say I live a fairly safe life by most people...
Disclaimer: This is a personal story. Though it may sound ludicrous at times, it is true. I have changed all the names of the participants but mine, for the sake of privacy. I am not proud of it, but I will share it anyway. Comments are very welcome. Since English is not my native language please excuse some spots that might read awkward. ***** Hello, dea...
It was the cold tag end of winter. Valentine's Day was close, and that means spring will arrive soon. In this part of the country. But, so far, there was still snow on the ground and the temperatures hovered around the freezing mark. Mary had come to see me at my university apartment. I had fixed her and myself some tea. There was soft rock on the Ipod. We w...
This is a prequel to my recently published story "Too Good to Be True," featuring an episode of Michelle's criminal past. Careful though - it is a much darker tale than the original story. But rest assured that Michelle is alive and well :) Thanks a lot to Tristessa Howard for editing! * I was staring out of my tiny cell on the third floor of the Justice...
Chapter 1: My name is Emily and I'm in love with an older woman. It's been a year since I moved out of my parents' place in Orange County and started living independently in an apartment in LA to attend classes UCLA. I came here to be a journalism major even though my true passion lies in writing, if you're wondering why I didn't just become an English majo...
It had been a hectic 24 hours. After not having seen her in eleven, long years of hoping I'd meet her again, I bumped into my ex-Stepmom, Carol, on Christmas Eve. She invited me home and once I started talking about how I used to voyeur her, apologizing to her, she admitted that she had been purposely flashing me her panties and bra. I couldn't believe it. I...
"Well hello, Jared," Melissa Koenig, matriarch of the Gaian Farm and Industries commune opened the door of her apartment with a slight leer at her junior husband, "are you ready to go back to being my girlfriend?" Jared inhaled deeply and let it out. "M—Melissa, I've missed our Monday dates. I want you." "And do you want to be inside me or do you want me i...