I am old now and sex is barely more than a memory but if you will; allow an old man to tell you of bygone times, where wild sex was the norm and good times were to be had by all. First, let me say this story is true as far as I can remember it. There may be some inaccurate accounts but only because of faulty memory, the facts of the story are true. As I sai...
Doc Marsden- Master Victor- continues his story as the party goes on. David finds out that it is a full weekend event, and wakes up the next morning the Master of a naked slave. This is Chapter Two of four chapters. This is either a Sci-Fi story woven through a BDSM story or a BDSM story woven through a Sci-Fi story. If you're a Sci-Fi geek who doesn't want...
************* CHAPTER TWENTY TWO The ocean trip to the city of Tellismere was somewhat delayed by contrary winds, which at this winter season came near head on, from the northwest. The fleet was running close-hauled, tacking back and forth beating their way upwind. In better weather, the trip could have been made in less than a week, but instead they felt l...
Cold. It was the only thing Lara could feel when she woke up, then the horrific memory of last night rushed back to her. She gasped and almost made a yelp, but managed to cover her mouth quickly when she realized she was still lying on the stone floor outside Tarok's bedroom, and still naked. The exhaustion and sobbing had put her to sleep. Her throat hurt...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
CHAPTER ONE "CITY ON THE EDGE" Evening creeps in as the sun has long set behind the tall and obstructing buildings surrounding Angel as she walks pass the dive bars, strip clubs and other sleazy places of Capri Avenue. Being an attractive blond woman in her twenties, Angel maintains a cool and calm demeanor as she continues her pace to the safe confine...
It is vital to the understanding of this story to read the first chapters. As always I encourage comments as it helps to improve the writing. In the ensuing months, Paul and I continued our extraordinary life and enjoyed the surreal (and what many people would consider abnormal) ménage a trios with our elderly milkman Ron. For myself, life could not have b...
This is a parody... It is not real Part 1: Andrea Mitchell Andrea Mitchell was waiting for the pizza that she ordered to be delivered. She was very hungry from work and her extracurricular sexual activities. She was wearing her hot work clothes, a skin tight black satin blouse and jacket and very short and very tight black satin mini skirt. She had on blac...
"Bahir, fuck, dammit, why won't you die?" Jonathan Kinsey said, as he aimed the shotgun at me, after blasting me with silver bullets. The bullets hurt like hell, to be sure, but for some reason, unknown even to me, I refused to die. Exasperated, Jonathan walked up to the window, which he smashed, letting in the early afternoon sunlight. The sun's rays bathed...
John Leston was a little bewildered. Two years ago his company had dispatched him out to the Far East to take charge of a department within their Malaysian office. Life had been good back then and not in the least confusing. He had worked hard and played hard. At twenty-eight years old he had found a lot to amuse him and full his spare time. The many bars,...