Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
I couldn't get that session with Jonathan out of my head, I wanted more. I called him within two days and arranged another. He booked me in. "But come to my place, it will be more comfortable." His place? How deep was I getting into this? I thought for the next 48 hours about how I might extend my fantasy. But what about what Jonathan did to me? That was...
Danny woke up with the hangover from hell. His head throbbed to the beating of his heart. The party last night.... He searched his memory. There was no memory of a party, just him, his wife Darla, and her older sister Carol. They had been drinking homemade frozen daiquiris and playing cards. Something about strip poker made a dim appearance in the back of hi...
She was remembering their last encounter very fondly. They were lying together in bed, snuggling. Her mind kept insisting on returning to one memory. The feeling that crept up her spine as he stroked her back through her t-shirt. He let his fingertips run up from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades and back again. It seemed that she was perf...
In the shower, it was all Elise could do to not revisit the images that had done her in so unexpectedly. Was it all just from the banging on the door? She stroked the soap impatiently across her skin, eager to be getting on with the day, already feeling behind. And when eventually her hands made their way between her legs, she made sure to wash her pussy qui...
You have the softest skin I have ever felt in my life. To this day, I can close my eyes and remember how my hands felt rough against your skin, like gliding over satin. The memory makes my fingers tingle in anticipation, my breath deepens as the memory takes over my consciousness and I can feel my heart start to ache from the knowledge that it is only a memo...
After I had downloaded the recording I looked around for a place to reposition my camera. I was interested in the parking area. Apart from trucks there were buses and a number of small two seater type cars parked there. The small cars had no gas cylinders. The rows of vehicles were parked with their front end against low level barricades and seemed to be con...
Mariel Desjardins adjusted the strap of her book bag once again as she walked across campus, her books and lecture notes heavier than usual, the thin leather strap digging in to her shoulder enough to hurt. The late autumn air was unusually heavy with moisture, and she noted with pursed lips and a wrinkled brow that fat snowflakes were already drifting down...
Grace has disappeared and I am accused of doing her harm. Arbogast has tracked me down to the chambers by the lake and is asking me about the accelerator, and is suspicious of me. He has found a locked room under the clock tower and has found its key in my possession, but I cannot explain how it got there. I do not know what has happened to Grace, and my ig...
Drifting, timeless I wait and then came those disjoined notes like an ill tuned instrument playing harshly, so very faint but there they were, silver symbols floating attached by only a single hair fine, rainbow colored thread. Pain and sorrow make up the thread which I catch and hold, my only link to follow to one who calls. Do they even know they have call...