Authors note. This is a story about extreme sexual activities; do not try to emulate the practices described here! Oh and please, vote or I won't release the rest of the story. There are seventeen chapters already written and waiting to be released. You read and vote I release. You read and don't vote then I don't release! Vote zero or five I don't care but...
I woke up around mid-morning, feeling well rested despite my exploits from the night before. I stretched while laying in bed, smiling to myself at my new acquisition. She was waiting for me in the basement, awaiting my commands and directives, supple to my will. Well, I decided, best not to keep her waiting. I walked my way down the stairs and into the dung...
"I must be crazy," Elise thought fleetingly as she jabbed the needle into her left breast, two inches below the nipple. It hurt, but not as badly as the needle already buried in her right breast. That one was still stinging, sending a thrill through her that left her gasping. She had hoped that the one in her left breast would balance the pain. Pulling her...
"You will look straight into the lens at all times. You are not to look toward Reina or myself, nor in any other direction at any time. You are only to speak to the camera with your statements and your answers to questions either of us may ask you along the way. This isn't going to last longer than 30-45 minutes at the most unless you like to get long winded...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
----- He walked out of the club, nodding to the bundled up security at the door while wishing them a good weekend, and strode into the cold night. There were more shadows than lights, and the crunchy crusting of snow and ice on the sidewalk contrasted with the black slickness of the pavement. His steady gait toward the canal bridge gave no indication that h...
Again, I find it necessary to explain myself. I started out to write a two-part story about a writer, new to fiction, who writes about herself telling how she met her lover. The intros and endnotes are part of the story. Some of you have caught on, but, evidently, I confused others. The first part of the story is factual up to a degree. I changed names to p...
I am a very pretty, smart, ambitious woman in control of my life and I know what I want. Well, that used to be true. Let me tell you my story. I graduated with a degree in accounting from an Ivy League college with honors. Throughout high school and college I studied enough to get mostly A's and did very well on the gymnastics teams. I am 5'9" and weigh 14...
Venus and I began running in the direction of that scream. It was not a long drawn out screech, but rather a quick loud sound that dissipated as soon it was uttered. Because it was so brief, we could only guess at its general direction, but that we seemed to be in agreement about where it had come from gave us hope that we were headed towards it. I think it...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this fantasy for a friend of mine from an X-Files chat room somewhere back in 1999-2001--we have since lost touch. She gave me a few elements to put into the story and this is what I created. In Part 1 she experiences the beauty and power of nature and takes advantage of its erotic potential. In Part 2 she meets the man of her dreams....