{Just another short here, from back in the recesses of this old man's memory. I didn't even bother to change any of the names, no point since this was years ago. All of the B/S from back then has either long since been forgiven.. or forgotten.. or the perps are dead.} +++ I guess I have to say I was sorry that Julie moved, the few brief interactions were t...
This story was inspired by the recent news about the NXIVM secret society, DOS. The lead character, Maggie, is desperate to rejuvenate her marriage to her husband of many years. She is befriended by a couple who are members of the cult. By the time Maggie realizes what the cult really is, she is in too deep to escape, although her husband isn't interested in...
Short one, some pantyhose foot worship, light bondage and masturbation. If it's not your thing then just move along! * We had just gotten back from the movies, some horror movie since the wife is a big horror movie fan, me I don't really go for them but she did take care of me. See she wore Jeans a nice top and black 4"heels with sheer nude hose. I got to...
Angela wished she could spread her Secret Santa gifts out in front of her on the bar. That would help her process things a little better. She'd always hated Secret Santa, and given the events of the past year, really really hated it this year. In her office, you gave your secret recipient a gift ever week for three weeks leading up to the Christmas party. At...
Mike returned to his Bombay hotel room exhausted. The meetings had all been in the hotel meeting rooms, but those Indian businessmen had drained him. The exhaustion may have also been because of the hours of intense fucking he had shared with Sonia, the flight attendant from his Singapore flight. She was the most beautiful woman Mike had ever seen, let alone...
A/N: All characters are over 18. I made it! Misfit thought excitedly. She'd pretty much given up on her ugly duckling phase being over. Not that she didn't think she was cute, but compared to Dinah, Helena, even Ms. Gordon who sat in a wheelchair all day? She was just a petite little ginger with way too many freckles, a souvenir T-shirt, and a cape she'd...
May 7, 1922 My pen shakes as I write these words, my mind and body exhausted from what I have just witnessed, my spirit exultant in discovering the pleasures never before imagined in my experiences. Despite my doctoral degree in anthropology, nothing in my brief, but fulfilling academic career, or my studies in the Saru Islands, prepared me for what just oc...
"I didn't know you had anyone else staying here Dan?" my landlord shouted from the living-room. It was time for my inspection, which had rolled around like clockwork, three months to the day since the last. I didn't think I had anything to worry about; even if I could have afforded a pet, I wouldn't be allowed to keep one. I didn't smoke, and I had been brou...
Sebastian Laska was having the worst day of his life. It was supposed to be the last day of his vacation, the final, glorious twenty-four hours before his return to the soul-crushing paper-pushing he called a "career." He would wake up, have coffee, grab groceries, turn on the TV, and zone out. No thoughts about Laurie, the woman he thought would be the love...
He was not really her type she told herself. Not really her type at all, a bit geeky, a bit intense, not bad looking and what she could see of the body looked OK, but no not her type. But he could listen, damn he could listen. As the night wore on she opened up to him more and more, told him things she had not told even her closest girlfriends. He drank it...