My husband and I were in the process of moving out of a tiny apartment in the city and remodelling an old farm house about thirty miles from the beltway. It actually made him closer to work, and neither of us wanted to raise a child while living in an apartment in the middle of the state capitol. We were finally seriously discussing children after being marr...
The house was easy to find, on a lonely road a mile out of town. The perimeter of the large three-story colonial was bathed in halogen-blue security light. No other houses for a quarter mile and a good five miles from Emory University, which seemed strange for a frat-house. The stylish logo was outlined in neon above the large oak front door. "Omega Theta De...
"Squeeze those big tits darling." "Pinch your nipples, pull them, hard." "Sit on the edge of the bed, open your legs and push your tits together. "Stand up and take your panties off." "No leave them half way down your thighs, no push them to just below your knees." He was issuing a series of commands with which I willingly complied. "Sit on the edge of...
Prologue The following events occurred several years back in the small college town of Derry. I know about them through my psychology practice which I opened in Derry after graduation. A woman came to see me about some sexual problems she was having and related this incredible story which I did not believe. When I went to investigate I found several stories...
It was about 1:15 in the afternoon when Shea awoke to the sound of the street down below. Her head was splitting with a terrible hangover. She had drunk way more than she remembered and had a horrible memory of the night's events. What had she done? She allowed her self to be manipulated into participating in some kind of twisted sexual act with the sales la...
Author's Note. This half of the story has a little more sex and a little less story building. Another woman gets added in the mix for our lucky hero. If you have any comments, please pass them on. Chapter 8 –Forgetting a Guilty Conscience I awoke with a slight start, my mind groggy, my mouth dry and my eyes pasted shut. I had my usual morning hard on as we...
Laura sat alone at a table in the conservatory of the conference centre. She had chosen the one shaded spot in an alcove away from the chatter of the other delegates Her thumping headache had started early in the morning and she was feeling rather the worse for it. In fact, she was felling pretty awful. The journey the evening before to the conference could...
This is Part 2 of a two-part story. You should read Part 1 if you haven't already otherwise all this will leave you with lots of questions about who, what, why, where, when and how. I hope you enjoy the story. Please vote and send me your comments. ### Six Months Later I still thought about Kim everyday in spite of my resolutions to the contrary. How coul...
This is a complete, rather odd story about a student's search for marks. It was a hell of a lot of fun to write; I have no idea how much fun it will be to read. Tell me, the few who will persist, I'd appreciate it. Gail Smithers is standing in a store considering her options, and they are vast. But she isn't looking for the deluxe, the racy, or even, really...
This story continues on from "Kit is auctioned as a slave", though is designed to work as a stand-alone story. ***** It had been 341 days since Kit became Mariya's slave. He had tried to please her on every single one. He had never been bad tempered, never refused an instruction and been totally sexually submissive throughout. There was literally nothing h...