"Have you seen...?" Trina stopped mid-sentence. Henry tore his eyes away from his comp screen, to see Trina...see her...in his room. As he was rubbing his erection, squeezing, desiring to be the character pumping into the eager woman on the screen. And then there was Trina. Watching him. She wasn't leaving. Trina licked her lips. Henry had a trail of red...
The incessant buzz of the alarm clock roused Paul from his sleep. Instinctively he reached over and pressed the snooze button, wanting nothing more than a few minutes to collect his thoughts before facing the day. The shifting of the bed, and a soft moan reminded him of the events of the night before. He turned and looked at Donna, sleeping peacefully in the...
(No connection with persons or firms, living or dead, is intended. This is purely a work of fiction.) * As I woke up I immediately knew that something was wrong. I was in severe pain, and I felt like you do when you come out from under a general anesthetic. I was nude, lying on the back seat of my car, and there were blood stains all over the place. My clo...
I had been to a party and it was a little after 1:30 in the morning when I got back to my place. There was a folded piece of white paper stuck into the door just above the latch. I grabbed it as I entered and carried it with me into the kitchen where I sat down to read it. It was from Pete, an old friend of mine and it read: = = = = = = = W, you have to...
His cell phone vibrated softly against his chest, nestled safely inside the breast pocket of his shirt. It wasn't a call, that would have triggered the bluetooth in his car to pick up. Either he had dropped cell service long enough for a call to go right to voice mail or it was a text message. With the music playing from his iPod docked into the car's sound...
You will often hear me complain/whine about how desperate I become when I wait for Him. It is not an attractive attribute of a submissive. Patience is the hardest lesson to understand as a submissive. Begging, in any form, is not waiting. One afternoon I met Sir at a hotel, dressed how He instructed me and I arrived 1 hour earlier than He requested in anti...
This story is based in an alternate setting in which laws have been enacted that allow for the 'free use' of females by the males of society. All characters are 18 or over, and fictional in origin. Any names, places or situations are purely fictional. ***** 'It's just another boring Wednesday' you think to yourself, as you walk from your 9am "Scheduling an...
Well, here is chapter 4. Thanks for the feedback and remember keep it coming. The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not...
The drive to work, always frustrating but never changing. Brief case rocking gently in the passenger seat. Today was another in a long string of days tied together with boredom. Over ten years with this company, and unable to move past middle level management. You know you are better prepared than most you work with, but still the upward movement never occ...
Quinn’s Senior Year: Mr. McPhee and European History “Is that something you’d like to share with the class, Quinn?” My head snapped forward toward the front of the class, the note plunged into my backpack, and my heart jumped into my throat. Shit. “Ughm, no, I’m cool, Mr. McPhee,” I replied in the most nonchalant manner possible. Nevertheless, he was wa...