The following story is partly true and partly fiction. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I hope you enjoy the story as much as i did living parts of it and wishing i had lived the rest of what is here. ***** A number of years ago i saw an ad from Mistress Kay and was fascinated by what i saw and read. After thinking about it for a while i...
John and I, my name is Pat, met because we both work at the same small company here in Houston. We are both in our mid-twenties, both single and both enjoy getting laid as often as we can. Because of this we often prowl the local bars at night together trying to score women for each of us or for one to share for the night. We're both attractive and are often...
Welcome to part two of this tale. I must confess that I had never intended a part two. Several of my readers complained long and loud that I was of questionable parentage at not having finished the story. There was no "The End." Shame yes, wrong no. So here is part 2 of 3 of what might or not be a true story. They say truth is stranger than fiction. You figu...
After that night I was hooked. I was hers and she knew it. My Queen knew what buttons to push to further make my life of servitude to her complete. My 'job' since I didn't work at a regular job was to cater to every whim of my King and Queen. She would leave for work in the morning dressed in one of her ever more revealing outfits, giving me a peck on the ch...
While Jon was, for the most part, enjoying his sojourns across the wilds of Kul Tiras, he did miss his daily trip to the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind. The citizens of Kul Tiras did not worship the Light, but rather their spiritual needs were met by a clerical order known as the Tidesages. The Tidesages were devoted to the Tidemother, and the wind and sea...
Mark reflected on the joys of being a lifeguard as he let himself and his girlfriend Kristy into the pool, this year he was at Brighton Village Pool which was probably the most secluded and least-used pool ever. Most of the houses around the area were deep in the woods and people had their own pools... he didn't even know why a community pool had been built...
A knock on the door and Dr. Kuczynski promptly opens it. He welcomes Steven Novak. — Good afternoon, Steven! — Said the doctor with a calm and warm voice. — Good afternoon, Doc. — Said Steven sounding dried out. Dr. Kuczynski offers a comfortable chair. Steven and the doctor sit down at the same time. — So, Steven. I see you changed a little bit since la...
3/17/19 ©2018 1939 words 15 minute read * Your mind races when your boss calls you into his office on a Monday morning. Really not like him. He's all seize the day, motivation Monday and all. It personally drives me a bit bonkers. I'm betting this is about the Henderson Account. Looks like I lost a big client there. I better stop at the ladies' room and...
I've always thought that my weakness when it came to sleep was a payment for my other strengths, my high tolerance for pain and emotional fortitude. Most people probably thought of me as a cross between an ice queen and a battle axe. I could probably withstand all sorts of torture but if they applied sleep torture, I'd fold like a soggy house of cards. Well...
The girls slouched over couches and chairs in the basement as only a bunch of twenty year old's can. Just back from the bar an hour or so ago, slurred hushed giggles echoed through the room as they chatted excitedly about their evening. "And did you see that tall guy hitting on Amanda!" Jessica said laughing. "The look on his face when she took that drink t...