A House in the Country Joe sent the email that night and had a call the next morning on his cellphone from a cheerful young female voice at the "club," which had no apparent name. The appointment was made for that same evening. Joe and Gillian arrived around eight o'clock at a beautifully renovated farmhouse some 20 miles away, and a few miles beyond city...
A quick note from the author This story isn't to be taken seriously. It's just another example of a stupid male doing something stupid, and then wondering how he got himself into an even more stupid situation. Good reading. Bazzza ______________________ Those reading this story probably think I'm an utter bastard. But in truth, I'm not really; I'm just a...
Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing a fictional short story in over 15 years. I'm actually working on another one, a much bigger project, but thought it would be a good idea to write a few smaller vignettes and get some honest input and criticism. My writing is rusty, to say the least. There may be some tense issues and missed opportuni...
One. Sasha's mind took in the room in quick gulps. Dark, a wood and leather smell, sweat, female juices, semen. She could see the wall holding whips, paddles, small items she could not fathom a use for. Each gleaming silver buckle she spied made her stomach jump, the shine of the leather laughing at her desire. She could taste the others who had been here o...
The doorbell rang a second time and I stood frozen in front of my closet. "Don't worry, I'll get it," I heard Danny say, and I can hear the snide smile in his voice. Holy shit. I went back to scrambling around; trying to find the right outfit, but all the while my brain wouldn't shut up. Ian is at the door, which Danny is right now opening. Ian, the guy t...
I left my blue eyed shoe salesman with a huge grin on my face as I walked back toward my apartment only a couple blocks away. Before I left I gave him my address and cell phone number in case he was running late or was going to be early, giving him a small peck on the lips as I walked out of the store. The entire walk home those last few words he whispered i...
Part 2: Discovery May 11th 2007: Jennifer stood staring at the damn door. It used to be called the basement door, now in her mind it was the damn door. It was solid oak, like all the doors in the house, but this one was always locked. The normal handle lock was present, but there was also a heavy deadbolt, which was driving her insane. A deadbolt for a door...
I'm going to leave my name out of this, since it really doesn't matter. My wife's name is Christa, and we have been married for 3 years. We are both 34 years old. Christa is shapely, gorgeous, and the best partner a man could ever ask for. We still have great sex, but Christa has known since we first started dating 5 years ago that I would love to watch her...
As it says in my profile, I am trying to write the storey of my life since I left the religious order nearly 10 years ago. Although I have the first 8 chapters roughed out they need a lot of editing and polishing before I can submit them for publication so I thought I'd write a short storey about an event held in our club earlier this month. I am not a natur...
The newspapers expose me as an escort. My husband divorces me. I get nothing from the divorce except a few Knick Knacks and my clothing. I still have over four hundred thousand dollars in the bank after paying my lawyer. I wasn't welcome at the pottery studio where I made pots before being caught. The owner didn't allow me to renew my membership and told m...