Chapter 1 She stood before the mirror in the bathroom, examining herself in the harsh white light of the vanity lamps. He dirty blond hair trailed listlessly in front of her emerald green eyes as she surveyed her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her frame. There was once a time when these curves didn't exist, a time when there was nothing to her bu...
"If you haven't read the first part of this story, Taylar's Awakening Ch. 01, I would highly suggest you do so, to understand this story. Please comment and rate in order for me to get an idea of what you all think of this story series. Also, check out my other fetish stories" It's day two at my friend Stephanie's house. I woke up feeling very relaxed, he...
There was that same avoidance after our second amazing night of perverse debauchery. By the time I woke up, stiff and sore, on the living room carpet, Helen had cleaned herself up and was her normal old self again and acted like nothing had happened. To tell the truth, I was thankful. I'd done and said things to her I was deeply ashamed of. I'd treated a sm...
Patrick, my husband, and I had spent a long day in Dallas, and instead of going home, (we lived about a hundred miles away) we decided to spend the night there. That's not an unusual thing for us to do. We often went to Dallas just to party, and since we were already there, we figured we might as well have some fun. Patrick is always ready to have a good ti...
Lord Bedford's Dungeon Won't you come and play? Lord Bedford's Dungeon Debauchery on display. She shot up in bed, with those mimicking lyrics rolling through her head. It sounded like children's voices chanting in her head. She turned the light on, in a cold sweat Who in the world was Lord Benford and why did that name haunt her? Today was Saturday, her d...
'Twas three nights before Christmas, and all through the house... I was wondering what I was going to get for my present! Seriously, I didn't have a clue. Lily often asked, if not directly, than in that sneaky little way of teasing information out of me that she had. She was never wrong with her presents, and frankly I was spoiled, and I couldn't wait. Aft...
I hit the post office on my way home from work and, as usual, my box was full of junk mail and bills. I leafed through them and dropped most of them in the trash can next to the table. Between the Visa statement and the Conoco bill was an enveloped addressed to me in the flowing handwriting I knew only too well. I'd been getting one a month for over a year....
Friday night and the place was packed. Joan "Jett" Savage sat at the bar, staring into her pint. Her gaze unwavering as she searched for answers in the golden brew. At least, the answers she was looking for. A part of her was annoyed that her favorite spot was crowded, but at the same time, being a business owner herself; a fairly new one, she knew that a p...
Author's Note: As always my thanks go to Jen, my editor who is super awesome, with some extra awesome on the side. She has great ideas and is always fun to talk to. * Second, this is the continuing saga of Ben and Joanna, which you can find under my story list. As always feel free to vote, comment, send me email. Third, this story, much like the last, is...
It was still early (8.30ish) on Friday night and my friend Julia and I were about to leave the Centurian Bar near the railway station in Newcastle when a male voice called to me; "Nice jeans, what make are they?" Stunned; I stopped in my tracks and fingered the spangly logo on the back pocket. "Victoria Beckham," I replied as I looked up to see the voice be...