Hopefully I proof read this chapter better and caught all my typo's. Thank you for the feedback and comments even the constructive criticism ones. Chapter 3. Mira led a fearful and sniffling Camille through the house and then down into the basement by the leash attached to the collar around the small brunette's neck. Camille did not struggle in her fear an...
This is the fourth and final installment of The Haunted Dungeon. I am planning a spin-off detailing the adventures of the B&B's guests, so stay tuned. In the meantime, enjoy the finale of Saffron and Tony's story. ******** One month later... "Saffy? Are you ever going to tell me what actually happened?" Pammy, my too-intuitive friend interrogated me at th...
Time for the content warning, folks. This installment features heavy duty BDSM and the big ol' lady dick from part 2. Oh, and adultery and heartbreak. So, you know. Watch out if you don't dig on those! ***** Each sip of the icy cocktail gave Karandreya a small shiver that had very little to do with the temperature. She'd ordered the first thing the beleagu...
Author's note: this story is unfinished and will remain unfinished, but as I start my next story I wanted to publish it anyway. I very much like the idea of an erotic wrestling story set in the "game mode", where certain choices will lead to different options down the line because the reader is either winning or losing the fights. However, I bit of...
You called me that afternoon from work and told me to make sure I was freshly showered and shaved when you arrived home, and then, after a pause, you said, "lay out the toys, slut." I felt myself drop, just then, and barely heard tour "I love You" and my response. My brain was already spiraling down. I looked around the house, doing a quick check to make sur...
My name is Diana Styles and I'm a strap-on addict and an avowed fetish fanatic. A five-foot-ten, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman of Southern origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Forty years old and counting. By day, I am an accountant. I am the CEO of Styles & Madison, a multi-million-dollar accountin...
Your name is Blanche Lechat. You are tall attractive 37 years old woman. Your skin is silky white, your face is beautiful – comparable to a Greek sculptures. You have slender hips, firm ass and big round breasts. Your violet silky hair reach below your ass. You love wearing stockings, garter-belts, high-heeled shoes and silky dresses. You love the feel of si...
I waited nervously until he knocked, three short raps. Nate had been a good friend for a few weeks now, but me, being in love with him, waited anxiously by the door until he knocked so he wouldn’t have to wait as long. Silly, I know, especially since I had no idea if he liked me as more than a friend. The way I liked him. No, the way I /loved/ him. I opene...
Note: This story is the thirteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. * This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strong...
This semi-autobiographical short is dedicated to my Master, best friend, lover and partner in honour of one of our special songs. While not exactly accurate, it parallels a real-life Sunday morning spent in His arms, except my humble words never do those moments with Him justice. *** Frejya watched the gentle rise and fall of His chest. The sound of His s...