"I wanted to personally meet with you, to tell you, congratulations. You've got the job," Mrs. Sheridan said as she reached out and shook my hand. She was wearing a black skirt suit and I tried not to stare too much at her figure. She was in her mid-forties with dark-chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. When she first interviewed me (for a full-time...
The whispers I’d heard between the two new patrons while they were yet across the room, gave me a chance to consider my situation. I’d just spent the better part of two hours bound in the stock with my hands, head, and ankles firmly attached to the stock. And in that two hours I’d been subject to the whims and ways of a strange man who had used an erotic sti...
WHACK! Verner Wasowicz's buttocks stung bitterly, and he closed his eyes. His tightie whities and trousers were clogging his ankles, but he wiggled his legs as Charyn's strop landed across his lower buttocks. THWACK! "Love your Fruit of the Looms there, Vernie. Quite appropriately named. FRUIT." Charyn laughed, and Verner looked over his head to see Char...
Yesterday, which was a Saturday, Debbie came out dressed in a slightly shorter skirt, (progress), and a blouse with an extra button unbuttoned, (more progress). Normally she unbuttons the top two; she had unbuttoned the top 3. And NO SCARF to conceal any hint of cleavage. (Wow, more progress). For those of you who have not kept up on my plight, here is a l...
The clouds bear the shadows of night. I hide among them and steal a vision fierce before me. The lunatic dancer wears a hue unknown to my visual palette. The otherworld tuxedo glows in the feeble light. Under his top hat, a masked visage like a corpsed mime. He dances, twirls to sing-song lyrics; the tune remains but the words have been lost long ago. White...
She let her anger push the damn weight, straining her midsection, feeling the pull all the way to her pussy. Fuck you, machine. Fuck you. Take that. Ungh. And that. Suddenly, the first hint of a pull in her thigh warned her she had reached her body's limit. No matter what she did, which machine she used, her abs never twinged, never gave out. It was always t...
I am born with nine others and I lay safe among them in a tight ball of light breathing. I know there is a nipple for me but I am small, it seems, and must push hard for my mother's milk. We are like one at first, a moving body with forty legs. Snuggly linked shoulder to jowl; each an extension of each other. Knitted together by our scent, warmth, under be...
Anilith took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling, the thin material of her blouse rubbing against her nipples. They themselves brought to attention by the anticipation filling all of Anilith's being. Her thoughts ran from the first moment she saw the red witch. She was so forceful, commanding her body with touch and spell. Something about it formed...
Chapter 1 - Andrew's POV The room is dark and I can't see. My head is foggy and I can't think straight. It's cold, very cold. I try to recall how I got here but I can't remember. I recall having drinks, laughing, being an ass and then, nothing. I'm lying on the cold hard floor; I think that I'm naked. Where the fuck are my clothes? Where the hell am I? I tr...
Part 1 Gabriella got up, at her usual time, to go to school. After hitting the snooze button three different times she rolled out of bed knowing a shower was out of the question. She scooped a pair of slightly wrinkled shorts out of a laundry basket next to her dresser and carried them to the dryer where she found a wearable shirt. While eating toast and dr...