This is a fantasy. A fantasy I wish would come true I admit, but at present still just that. * I am the slave of Mistress Anna. I have no idea what she looks like, or, in fact anything about her. She responded to an advert I placed on the Internet about two months ago. I had no experience of the BDSM scene and was keen to find out more and so I advertised...
This is a story done by me ThePac and if you have any requests, ideas or people you would like me to write about pls e-mail me and if you have any feedback on my story [I would really like some feedback on my story] what u liked, didn't like, contact me via my profile. All characters storylines situations and celebs in stories are all made up none of what I...
It is a national custom in Finland to travel by boat either to Stockholm or Tallinn. Actually the destination does not matter too much as long as you have an opportunity to have fun and relax. There are big ferries full of entertainment on the routes and the cruises are relatively cheap. It was a must to me to check out this phenomenon during my stay in Finl...
The seedy-looking foyer of the old building had a foreboding air about it, and the attempts to brighten it up and make it look sexy had only succeeded in saying "tacky" in a very loud voice. "Press the bell once and enter immediately," said the sign. Having no previous experience of such a place, I took the sign's advice and stepped into a small room furnis...
Trevor had finally fallen asleep. It was the first time he had managed to fall asleep before the sun had rose for well over a week. He really needed this sleep. But there was a stirring in the bed beside him, not enough to jolt him awake, but his wits were slowly returning to him. Someone was in bed beside him, odd given that Trevor had gone to bed alone....
The art teacher was a tall, elegant blonde, short hair, in her mid thirties. Sophia. Intense, she radiated passion for her work and for her craft. I wanted to learn from her, and not only drawing. But it would only be drawing this weekend, as there were two others in the class. Nicola was in her twenties, a quiet girl who seemed to be painting as some kind...
This is the first half of a story inspired by the "hunting for Bambi" hoax. Even if the story as a whole is not finished, this chapter is a finished section and can be enjoyed as such. If there is interest I'll continue this story. ***** Battle of the Sexes. It was a beautiful summer day. The midday sun was high up in the sky, heating up the world with it...
Author's note: I considered splitting Part 3 of this story into two parts, but I felt it worked better as one. Consequently, it's a little longer than usual. As was the case with Part 1 and 2, there are a number of Australianisms and other minor references to popular culture, mostly to songs and musicians, which may not be entirely clear as to their meaning...
..........................*** Chapter 34 ***........................... Esther paused, breathed deeply, and tried to listen. It was ten minutes since she'd last seen Mark. She was still too loud, her lungs wheezing a little, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. She could hear a distant stream, an airplane, and a very faint rustle of trees. Nothing from Mark...
This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Since I enjoy what I read on here so much, and I like telling stories, I thought I'd try to add something of my own. I'd have liked to have a female climber saving two guys, but I'm not at all confident I could write believably from a woman's perspective - I'm not sure I can write believably from mine :) T...