"I'm leaving, are you going to say goodbye or should I just leave?" Eva complained to her husband. He scoffed, grumbling something under his breath refusing to acknowledge his wife while he focused on the dishes. "Fine, I'm leaving. Don't wait up." She stormed out the front door slamming it behind her. Never mind that it's your own damn fault that I am g...
My name is John Sanders and I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Dale College, a small private school located in the downtown area. At least, that's my cover while I walk in the world of man, disguised as an ordinary mortal. A long time ago, I was known as Morpheus. One of the Gods of the Underworld....
I've previously shared something extraordinary I witnessed during a charity gala held at the museum at which I hold a very high position of authority. One of the gala attendees, who happens to be one of the most glamorous, lovely, and famous women in America, upon encountering a long queue at the ladies room, slipped out of the party and into an area of the...
Adrianna felt like she was supposed to be nervous and even a little scared of what was about to happen, but she actually felt quite the opposite: she felt exhilaration and pure lust coursing through her petite body as she patiently sat on the edge of the bed and waited for them. She was about to live out one of her favorite fantasies: sucking off five guys,...
Authors note: This is a Victorian Alt Universe type of story. Most of the "toys" and people I mention existed during the Victorian era, however some things were invented a few years after 1866. Please be patient with me. ;) Pity my homegirl Brenda for having to beta this, and put up, with my abuse, of commas. **Warnings:** This story includes femdom, drug...
I hate festivals. I hate the toilet arrangements. I hate the general assumption that because it is a festival then we should all resort to eating burgers and other greasy crap and generate a huge profit for the entrepreneurs concerned as well as great piles of rubbish from discarded wrappings. I hate that because it is a festival then it is commonly ac...
Part 4 - Carmella, Donna, and my Erector Set ________ I must stop for a moment to make a few very important points in my defense. Please don't misjudge me. I realize that much of the personal fantasy I've been describing—and will continue to describe in future installments—may come across to some as having underpinnings of abuse or disregard toward these...
Introduction: "Capnolognia" (smoking fetishism) is delved into from a personal perspective. Sexual hi-jinks and out-of-control fantasies abound as you are guided through the mind of a fastidious fetishist. And so, dear reader; if smoking is not a "thing" for you—either in a sexually dynamic sense, or in any other sense—then I'd suggest you move on to some...
Jonathan woke up. The air inside the house was still cold from the night and the room still dark. It was early. He rolled around a bit, but sleep evaded him. The flashing red numbers on the clock indicated it was around six and a half. Annoyed, Jonathan sat up, pushed his covers and rubbed his eyes. He knew he slept about seven hours, he should be able to fu...
She sits across the table from him. The smoke is thick in the room, those surrounding the table are hovered close, watching, waiting, fascinated by the drama of the moment. His expression hasn't changed in the last 20 minutes. She notes his arrogance. His eyes reveal that he is sure of his victory. Behind his expression there is the underlying, smoldering lu...