He stopped loving her today. They placed a wreath upon his door...Nothing speaks to my heart like old George Jones tunes. This is the story of Dave and Amy and Dave's little brother Doug. Dave and Amy grew up in a small town in the woods of east central Minnesota. Their homes were about a quarter mile apart. Their parents best friends. The dads a bit more t...
I’ve always been told that I have a weakness for the type of men who end up depending on me, and maybe everyone is right. I have gone from one failed relationship after another. I decided that I was just going to stay single. I didn’t need a man to mess my life up, hell I can do that all by myself. After 2 years of the single life, I have gotten use to com...
Gaven waltzed through the room secure in his roman gladiator costume. Standing at a powerfully built 6'2", he commanded the attention of every lady in the room as well as over half the men, but each time he met another Dom's gaze, he lowered his eyes as expected of a Sub. It had been six weeks since he had dismissed his last pet. He had grown tired of the g...
Tuesday 1st February 2011 Dear Diary, Last night was very enjoyable. I meet up with Mark after work at the usual bar. I was there early as usual and changed into my short black mini and white tank top which was perfectly tight. Underneath I put on light blue sheer thong panties and matching bra. I forgot to put my high heels into my bag before going to wo...
Mark Schultz and Bud Black were two young thugs that even the criminal element, including drug pushers, avoided like the plague itself. It wasn't that they could be mean at times. It was that they were evil all the time and viscously evil when they wanted to have what they called "fun". These two boys parents were not super outstanding members of the communi...
On one magical night of the year, it's surprising just how many things can go wrong... and very right. *** The fat snowflakes drifting down through the crisp air didn't seem to be even noticed by anyone, making no impact whatsoever on the bustling activity that filled the courtyard. The dusting of white that lay on the ground had been trampled underfoot lo...
I sighed, looking over the patio. So much for the dream of a normal life. Well, at least I wasn't crying anymore. I'd had such high hopes for the evening. New house, new neighbors, new beginning. Maybe I'd find friends here. That was all gone now, my husband had made sure of that. The party started out very nicely. Most already knew each other from the neig...
This is the next chapter in the story of Jennifer Lowe. Now 39 and a submissive with a growing need for exhibitionism and humiliation. She begins to find new outlets for her submissive desires. Your comments are always appreciated as are your votes. Thank you. Jennifer Lowe needed a few days off from work after her last visit to Club 35, a club that catere...
Chapter 03 The Tantric Spiritual Retreat Preface Arriving at The Tantric Spiritual Retreat Your Right to be You Love & Tantric Sex Cuddling and Hugging Soraya and the Truth about Gender Fluidity We Finally Get to Tantric Sex Techniques Tantric Massage Doing Some Late-Night Swotting with Mark Sadomasochism Consumed and Devoured by Sh...
Malcolm went into the living room to wait for Sabella. She came downstairs a few minutes later laptop in hand. She joined Malcolm in the living room. She sat next to him on the couch. "How do you use your computer to use this thing called the Internet?" Malcolm asked. "I have to turn it on," Sabella said turning on her laptop. "Once it's on it connects to...