I dressed for Mr. Secretive in stockings, a garter belt, thong and a flared skirt and knee-high boots - an easy access costume - then headed out to the pub before the husband got home. "I don't know when I can make it... almost dinner here." No worries, time to hang out and sketch. To titillate him I sent him a single word text every 15 minutes describing...
I awoke from the dream as the sounds of Kathy's rasping were replaced by other noises. Her eyes flickered as the morning light streamed through the trees by the banks of the river. The night had been hard and long. The shackles must be chaffing her ankles. The mud was still gooey and would remain so for a fortnight. We were bound together in the pit of pleas...
Boring My Ass. She said I was boring. I whined at my beer. I know the expression was "cryin in my beer," but I wasn't crying. I saw no reason to cry. I felt bad, no doubt, but it wasn't like I should mourn anything. A guy has no need to mourn a woman leaving him. Why cry when you can just replace her? Every day I hear women complaining about the lack of go...
Author's Note: I appreciate the comments for the first chapter, constructive criticism is what I need to become a better writer! So to those of you who made suggestions or otherwise, thank you! Here's the second chapter in Peyton and Caleb's story. +++ The storm had been slow in building, steeping the small coastal town of Hamish, Maine, in fog and low-ly...
------------------------------------------------- WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. ------------------------------------------------- A double flash of lightening set an eerie glow from behind the trees where Annie Keller stood on the ridge. She was alarmed by the sudden change in the day's...
Akazu threw her hood over her shoulders. She really needed to see her, even though, you know, the storm. But the little red coat would help. It was a nice gift. Functional. She packed some sandwiches, she painstakingly make grandma's seaweed salad to her recipe, down to the last drop of sesame oil. Akazu wanted to please. She packed a few other sundries with...
It was the last week of July, and once again Amanda found herself deep in the middle of nowhere on yet another annual family camping trip. Despite her natural inclination toward all things "girly", she never completely dismissed the tomboy that lurked deep inside, and it was during these week long family vacations that her rarely seen appreciation for all th...
This true story describes a moment in time (Spring Break 1984) and was written shortly after it occurred. The descriptions of the people in the story are accurate for the time however, their names may have been changed to protect the innocent. Understand that like all works "Based on a True Story", there may be some artistic license taken. ***************...
Editor's Note: This story contains scat and golden showers content. Do not read if you are offended by such content. * * * * * I had long fantasised about fucking Jill in the garden, but waited for summer’s full heat to come on before enacting the scenario I had pieced together in my head. Then, when the day came on which she had agreed to be my gardener,...
Dedication This story might never have happened if it weren't for the help and encouragement of Miss Worthing's biggest fan. At each stage of the process I was never let off the hook, I was cajoled, encouraged, bullied, pushed and pulled until this story became the best it could be. Many of the plot twists were suggestions and, in a very real sense, this st...