"Good," you say, "let me give you some more details so that you know what to expect. The duration of your punishment will be a total of 10 weeks, starting now. After today's punishment, you will return here once a week for your next 9 lessons. They will be progressively more painful and humiliating for you." An uncontrollable shiver sweeps through my slim b...
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains, I saw Captain Farrell. He was smoking his pipe, his purse full of coins hanging off his belt. My eyes glittering, I went up to him, and said, "Good morning, Captain, fancy meeting you here." "Molly," he said, looking me square in the bosom, "I didn't expect to see you here, and so early. What brings you out...
There was a time when all I could dream about was getting away, taking a break, and being the only person on an entire island. Okay, so that wasn't going to happen, I'm not rich and I don't have a sugar daddy, so sue me. So I had to take that dream and turn it into something real, something obtainable. Destination: island time! So me being of the miniscule...
Author's Note: In the previous chapter, there were a lot of complaints that I had deliberately misspelled certain words in order to convey the idea of the protagonist's Dutch accent. For that reason, I decided that, since the representation of the accent was no longer integral to the story (as the reader now gets a clear picture), I will dispense with the m...
The prison bars that separated Jeff from the outside world were very real, even as surreal as the situation commanded itself to be. Jeff's eyes started to tear. ---- But let's back this story up. They say that prisoners are the product of their environment, as was Jeff. He had never suffered any consequences for his actions. He never had to work a day of hi...
Gateway City, a vast metropolis, held many attractions for its citizens and visiting tourists both. Like many American cities it was a melting pot of culture catering to nearly any interest. People traveled to the city from all corners of the world to see its museums, art galleries, parks, theaters, and concert halls. The Keppler Building boasted the highest...
Easy let her wings flutter in the breeze as she looked over the railing at the city their ship was flying over. Mari held her by the hips to keep her from falling over again and shivered at the chill wind her so-called clothing failed to mitigate. "I think I figured out why it's called the 'Eighth City'," Leira commented as she came out to lean on the raili...
This episode of Vice Cop does not further the plot and is instead a bit of a departure and a break from the present-time action. While the action in the beginning that triggers the flashbacks is in the present, the majority of scenes are in the past- the early 1980's. These are scenes of flashbacks/memories of Hudson's training days in the New York Police...
Thanks for your votes and comments. This is a non-erotic science-fiction story, the latest in the series of stand-alone short stories featuring Hana Jeffries. It's the story I promised at the end of Every Man's Fantasy, chapter 27. There are some tie-ins to the Every Man's Fantasy series, where the story fits in between chapters 27 and 28. I hope you enjo...
(This is the final Drifter story. This story includes some violent and very graphic situations - if this kind of stuff disturbs you - this is your warning.) * He leaned against the gray BMW watching the front of the school. Soon classes would be letting out, and the final part of his plan would fall into place. At about 2:50 PM the bells rang at West Phoen...