The e-mail that I received on Sunday, March 22nd read. "Meredith Reynolds has cancelled her Art Class for Monday. However, you are to report to the classroom at the same time as usual and wear your leather cock strap. Bring your collar and the box of numbered costumes that you retrieved Wednesday (WVC Ch.13- The Traffic Stop). Your trainer will assist you...
Isn't it weird how a single moment can change your life? How one chance encounter can send you hurtling down a road you never saw coming. How one wave, or wink, or smile, or shy 'hello' can turn your world on its head, be it for better, or for worse. One moment you think you know exactly who you are, what you like, what you don't. You think life is sorted,...
Chapter 21 "I Needa To Opena My Box." Mrs. Enunzio came in the every Monday morning at 9am and Michael dreaded her weekly visit. "I needa to opena my box," she said in the same words with the same monotonic inflection. Never did she say please or thank you. He had nightmares of her suddenly appearing behind him in the shower, in bed, when he was getting dr...
Jennifer was giddy as she stood in the server's line, waiting to walk out into the party, the swinger's party to be completely accurate. She absolutely loved this job. When her friend had told her about the party she had been to, where all the servers took their clothes off, she just knew she had to work here. It had taken her a little while to find out the...
Peggy's cellphone rang as she drove home. "This is Doctor Foreman," Peggy answered on the hands-free. "Doctor Foreman, my name is Monica Sanz. I will be piloting the aircraft Mr. Reiter has dispatched to Orlando for you. Do you have a few minutes to answer just a few questions?" Captain Sanz asked Peggy for her home address, which she located on Google Ma...
This story began when I was just over eighteen. I didn't have much experience with girls at the time; in fact, I was still a virgin. There was one woman who was the main object of my fantasies back then, our next door neighbor, Maya Grant. She was a lot older than me, in her early to mid-thirties, and lived alone. Maya was also black. There weren't many blac...
A work of utter fiction. All characters are over 18 years. To make proper sense of this, start with ch. 01. Synopsis: Myra and Wendell, long married empty nesters, struggle with Myra's recent near-adultery, Wendell's long ago adultery, and the memory of Claire Haskell that just won't go away. ***** I didn't want to, but I went looking for Claire Haskell....
Kirstin wondered if she was becoming a sadist, inheriting a vampires' lack of empathy as she typed in "U of M security, suspended, sex scandal" into google. She knew Dominic made the woman do "something vulgar" but why did she need to know what it was? It was that, or let her anxiety take over as she wondered what favor he would ask of her in the future, or...
Hello readers, Thank you all for reading Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story. This is continuation of that story. The character Keisha was introduced briefly in chapter two of that tale, and for some reason I feel compelled to tell her story. I must state that these are fictional characters and exist solely in my imagination. This is an interracial love story....
Chapter 11 Neighborhood Bank The subterranean basement of Neighborhood Bank, three floors below ground level, where the armored car drivers took the freight elevator down to deposit monies received from the Federal Reserve Bank, served as a bomb shelter during both World Wars. The employees, who worked with piped in music and filtered air, believed that Hor...