Life seemed to return to normal after the "dress shop incident." Teresa was happily married. Cheryl had finished college and had a good job. Then, one day about a year after the last incident, I returned home from work to find Maria sitting at the dining room table, sobbing with her head buried in her hands. Someone at the mall had actually recognized her...
I am a new writer and would greatly appreciate votes and comments! thanks! *** Hunter slapped me harshly across the face. Her thin, but lightly muscled, arms quivered in anger. "How dare you! How dare you humiliate me like that! You are disgusting ... Sometimes I don't know why I keep you ..." These words hurt worse than the slap. Hunter is my Mistress....
She had now ignored him for 5 days and he felt weak, hollow and disheartened. Not since he had known Her had he ever felt like breaking away from Her total mental confinement but this amount of time away from any contact with Her was tearing him apart. Time seemed to drag and drag as he went about his normal life, wanting Her, waiting for Her, needing Her, a...
Bored with my mundane office job and my sexless marriage, I downloaded an app that allows you to vent and share your secrets anonymously. Like most things on the internet, it became over run with thirsty perverts. Myself included. With it, users can chat with people or post publicly. Through using this app, I made friends with an American woman living in L...
I cracked the window, enjoying the brush of the cool air against my skin. "It's almost 3pm. Find a gas station." His voice was strong yet soft. Matter of fact. I shook my head, "yes, Sir." Things were easier if a smaller station with an old fashioned singled bathroom around back or on the side was available. They were somewhat harder to find now, but was...
Tonight I know we will be watched, by whom I do not know. I'm standing in the room naked, I've put on my wrist cuffs and blindfold and now I must be patient. You enter the room, even without shoes on I can hear more than one person. Before I can begin to panic you are standing next to me with your hand resting on my hip. You whisper in my ear, "relax you...
My name is Kyle O'Neill. I'm a five-foot-eleven, brown-haired and blue-eyed man of Irish-American and Hispanic descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am twenty six years old. Folks who don't know me too well think that I am a nice, quiet person. The nicest man they know. That's what most people used to say about me for the longest time. The...
Constructive criticism and comments are much appreciated. Enjoy!! * I love cuddling with you. Your warm, strong arms wrapped around me always make me feel safe and secure, and today is no different. And even though you're not that affectionate in public, you surprise me every time with your tenderness in bed. I get chills when you slowly stroke my arm, or...
Shivering, she kneels next to her bed naked, head down, silk scarf around her eyes, her hands behind her back, awaiting his arrival in her room. Hearing the roar of his chopper as it pulses down the road, then sudden silence, sends heat through her body, settling in her loins. Boots scrape on the stairs as he makes his way up to her. She smells his musky odo...
She's at the bar... again. *Sigh* It was becoming positively painful to turn down the many drunken frat boys that approached her, hoping for an easy lay. How much more of this must she tolerate before finding a real man? Dressed tastefully in tight, dark jeans and a low-cut tight top that subtly caressed the curve of her tits, she sat cross-legged on the bar...