I scurried back on my hands and feet to avoid a very sharp pair of claws that landed too close to comfort to the top my inseams. My hardwood floors had no chance as the black and shiny claws carved into them and trailed back towards her body ever so slowly. I regretted wishing my luck with women would change and I thought to myself if I ever made it out of t...
DOWN, BOY! WRITING THE ALPHA MALE FOR CONTEMPORARY FICTION "I don't want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader...I want a man lying over me, always over me...His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot...as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated...I am going to be pursued, f...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This is my first story about Alison. If readers like it, I may write more. Please let me know! Thanks, JB **************** It had been a bad month. First, I caught my partner cheating on me, and I kicked him out. Boy, was I glad we had never married. He had simply moved in with me, so one day I had the locks changed, and put his things on the sidewalk. You...
1 Hearing the click of Dr. Diana Artemis' heels across her office floor, Jeremy slipped from the swivel-backed chair behind his desk and, quickly smoothing his tie and shirt and adjusting his glasses, knelt beside her door just in time to be in position as it opened. He kept his eyes to the floor and watched as her black heels and stockinged legs came into...
Susan - Tuesday Morning: I was just so sad and depressed even after the ER visit and an hour more talking with Dr. Rachel. My mind was just spinning even though I had taken a Valium. I just couldn't understand what I had done to make that nice young man Sam O'Donnell do the things he had done to me. It MUST have been my fault and I guess I was still so fuck...
Chapter Ten: Sisters of Satan Natalie Styles decided to cool things down with the Cartel for a while. The listening devices Cassie had planted in Carlo's house were providing valuable evidence and intelligence for the FBI and a strategic decision was made to allow the Medici's to keep importing drugs, girls, and weapons into the USA. Intel was passed onto l...
The next day I resumed my trip down memory lane. I don't know why I was feeling nostalgic, but I was. Perhaps it was the realization youth is fleeting and we can't go back in time. I didn't feel old, but I was. I really enjoyed my life. I had a long term boyfriend and a sweet, cuckold of a husband, both of whom I loved very much. Maybe I was thinking about t...
Author's note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. ***** Mrs. Jamison gestured to the diagram she'd drawn on the whiteboard. It looked sort of like one of those heart monitors one saw in hospitals, straight, then abruptly up, then down, then straight again. As had happened already during that morning's class session, as had happened eve...
PART TWO: The Spring Break Getaway ~1~ Tiffany had Dave's cock buried in her mouth as he drove to Hayden Lake for a long weekend getaway. It was the Friday night before spring break and they were going for a long weekend at his cabin in Idaho. They were about an hour into the seven-hour drive to his lake cabin he had managed to keep in his divorce. She had...