Mark woke up to the sensation of a hand gently stroking across his chest. He opened his eyes and turned his head to the side. There, lying on her side, next to him was Rebecca his beloved wife of 8 years. "Good morning." Mark said. "Good morning." Rebecca said. "I think we should talk about last night." Mark said. "Later." Rebecca said. She rolled clos...
Hey, this is a story that takes place in a different universe than the other ones. In this universe, I live in an apartment close to my university that I study in, and I have this next door neighbor that suddenly became a constant tease. It was a normal Friday night, one of those I spend at home watching TV and relaxing from daily stress. I had caught my fa...
Author's note: This has absolutely no redeeming value. It has precious little in the way of a plot or character development. Most, if not all, of the characters are not even remotely likeable. In short, it is pretty much what you have come to expect from me. Also I should add "Don't bother reading this Harry; you will hate it as much as you have everything e...
This story is a direct continuation from Michelle's New Profession, Ch 4. My thanks to Shygirlwhore for her excellent editing assistance. ***** Have you ever had a single, innocuous sentence spoken that forever changed your life? I spoke such a sentence two years ago when I asked Michelle, "Honey would you mind reading this?" I'm referring to that New Yea...
One of my favorite authors on this site is misterstan, mostly for how he is able to show the relative powerlessness inherent in some relationships. In the stories he published here, the female characters tend to be on the mean side. Lately, however, he's been writing amazing stories under the name Ben Boswell on that giant corporate site that sells everythin...
Note: This story is the eighth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend tha...
*********** TRI GAM *********** Five and half hours of sleep was not anywhere as much sleep as Jessa needed. Not on a good night, and definitely not on a night like the night before. But yet, five and half hours of sleep was all that she was going to get that particular night. Someone was shaking her awake, and as she opened her eyes, she was a little s...
Disclaimer: I have tried to make sure my historical information is correct and I’d like to think I haven’t offended any Native Americans peoples with the telling of this tale. I am 1/8th Cherokee and am proud of that heritage. I’m not trying to show any Native Americans in a bad light… that is not my intention. Author’s Note: The English-Cheyenne word trans...
(The Dark Night of the Soul) "Upon a darkened night The flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest" She had lain awake all night, restlessly tossing on her straw pallet, watching the gilded moon rise slowly in the window. She heard the shallow breath of her sisters deep in sleep beside her. She tho...
Phillipe got up off Yvonne and sat next to her, still looking out the window. She followed his gaze and saw what troubled him. The storm had long since passed, and off to the East the black sky was just beginning to turn blue and red on the horizon. Dawn was fast approaching. Phillipe had used her for his pleasure through the entire night. Soon, Yvonne wou...