Dear readers, This is the last chapter in the Lyssa/Joanna saga. It occurs after Ken has gone to his 'reward' and can no longer abuse his wicked witches, but they can't seem to let his memory fade away. This isn't actually my chapter of the story although I am writing it. As I've previously mentioned, it comes from the imagination of my partner, TT. She c...
Martha was a little nervous about this visit to his house. Although she knew she shouldn't be since it was a business meeting and not a social call. But still people do talk and this made her nervous for various reasons and being alone in his home with him didn't help. She knew that people must consider her odd and an old maid spinster. Her move back to her...
Chapter 1 Unlocking my phone, I notice that I have an unread message on (dating app) from a masterhamilton28. "I hope this message finds you well. I read your profile, and I think I have a solution to your curiosity in being dominated. My name is Marcus, and I owe a BDSM nightclub downtown. If you are interested in exploring being dominated in more detail,...
Mirabelle only half believed what she had read on the toilet door at school, but she had gone so far now that she wasn't turning back; so toodle-hoo, and toodle-pip - she was going all the way, and that felt hip. Mirabelle put the Vaseline on her lips and on the hairbrush handle too, and wiped her finger with a bunch of toilet tissue that she had secured fr...
I was a third year college student; I was on my way home. I was using the back way home because it had less traffic and I taking my time. My car broke down; a navy blue van stops and a nice gentleman asks if he can help. We are standing by the car when I felt a sharp pain in my ass. He has given me a shot; I try to run but my feet will not move. Handcuffs go...
Stepping from the car she said, "Pretend you’re on a three foot leash". Without waiting for a reply, she struck off across the parking lot of the conservation area at a brisk pace. He trotted to get within the three feet as quickly as possible, then made sure that he stayed close as they crossed into the area’s closely spaced pine trees. Once they were out...
Clocks squealed the third hour, paling by comparison to his shrieks as they hoisted him up on the table. Bent in half, his restrained legs bracketed his head, giving Sunnyville's zombies access to every bit of vital fluid that he could produce. Nurse Eleanor Trabes crouched beside him, withdrawing several long needles from her worn dress pockets. Gazing at...
Sharleen searches for sexual satisfaction * Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living p...
It was a toy sword pushed down my trousers at the age of ten that felt strangely nice that started my masturbation practice, and like almost every man (woman too) on the planet, I've been practicing lots ever since. I'm married and we have a great sex life but I still like to pleasure myself. Reading about how Romans used to beat themselves with branches of...
Just a little bit North of Brighton is a town called Hassocks. If you're on the fast train between London and Brighton you might miss it as the station might well be a blur when you go through. But, since it only takes about ten minutes to get there from Brighton, it is easy enough for me to take a temp job there as over in Kemptown (which is a fifteen minut...