This is a spinoff from my Wanda series. These are the villains from the Wanda series building an adult entertainment empire based on my previous themes of forced public nudity, groping, and big breasts. *** Dillon and his sister Britney had developed a new business strategy. The inspiration had come from Dillon running into a couple of teachers from their...
You tell me how it frightens you and that I don't understand. Oh, but I do. I don't want to hurt you, but when you are tied to the bed and you have that panicked look in your eyes, when they are big and round and have the anguished look of - what? Fear? Apprehension? A hint of pleading as though you really want to say "please don't hurt me." I do understand....
I would like to say thanks to SirSinn whose stories Alex in pornoland and Alex through the pornoglass has inspired this one. You will see some similarities in the first chapter but not in the later ones the only aspect that I will use as inspiration is the pornoland idea. I have checked with SirSinn and he has given me the go ahead to use his idea in my stor...
The knock did not repeat. In fact, there were no further sounds at all. Staring at the inside of that door, the metronome of her pulse counted minutes into each passing second. The door handle grew large and unfamiliar, the empty coats hooks pinning her like an insect. Still she waited, as the silence filled her lungs to drowning point, 'til she could bear i...
You are gone. This is a fact, but my brain has yet to accept it. You've been gone nearly two months but I've only just found out. I spent the last two months staying positive, keeping myself from losing confidence. I've been thinking of you as alive and still fighting. I ignored the ugly feelings that something was wrong. You weren't responding to anythi...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (7.5 min/mp3) * * * * * ~I lost my virginity to a woman I did not love.~ As I write that in my new journal I have to ask myself...why? Not why I did what I did with that woman. That answer I know. But why, two months after it happened, is that still the very first thing on my mind? I stare at...
F. Scott Fitzgerald had it down perfectly—shadows and music that never fade, shadows you sometimes find yourself still looking at, as if they are really there, as though time has not elapsed, music still there, still as it was, the room, you, him, as though there is still a chance, I mean in this essay at least, of getting a friend back. There is nothing I c...
With eager anticipation, I tore open the bright, festive wrapping paper. The package was small enough to hold the gift I had hoped for, with the whispered hope of promise it taunted me. Sheepishly, he looked at me, watching as I slid off the last of the ribbons revealing its contents. My hopes crumbled as I fingered the tiny key chain reading the word over a...
Solemn and faceless they bore her coffin in from the cold, listless morning. It was early, yet, and the chapel had not yet filled; but I knew that before long even the standing room would be crowded. The pallbearers paused with the strength of ritual, and placed the mahogany box like an altar at the front of the church. The rich wood gleamed brilliantly with...
Implicitly, the root theme of all erotica is the human need to touch and be touched. We are primates. Acts of sex are central to every erotica narrative (even in their absence), but they are not erotica's primary subject. The primary subject is the how and the why of sexual behavior. The what remains inanimate without them. To remain dynamic, the what...