This is the story of two Strangers who through spending time on the internet found Themselves entering a deep dark world of eroticism. But not just ordinary eroticism, oh no, it was much more than just that. In each Other the two People in this story found a very personal pathway into the world of Domination and submission, fetishes and "Perversion" Through...
(This is a continuation from 'The farmer's wife -- Day 1" and 'The farmer's wife -- the first night'. Please read those first to understand the characters and the plot so far) * Next morning, Sam was already gone when I awoke, just a crumpled sheet and a small stain where she'd been sleeping. I got up and went out to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of juice...
Finals were finally in the box. In my nighttime research class students present an oral research project as part of their final. To insure that there is an audience on the final night of the presentations, I place a heavy penalty against unexcused absence. The penalty for this summer was that a student missing the final night would receive a zero for their o...
This is the final chapter in the warehouse office tale. I have been asked to reveal more about the mysterious intruder, so here is my best shot. In truth, there is nothing I can really say about him. In my core archetype, he is never revealed. He always remains unknown, and that's where the unbearable sexual tension arises. You don't know who he is or how he...
Hope and Ty walked into the McGinty's barbecue, Ty staggering a bit. Hope looked so beautiful—long bright blonde hair, size 36 C's in a pink tee shirt, and those long legs. Ty's butt hurt something awful—he'd been across Hope's knee with his shorts down, getting the Ping-Pong paddle and then fifty with a discarded fan belt from his junked Subaru. But Ty l...
It was my senior year in High School. Things were looking good. I was going to be on the honor role. College was a surety! All is well. Both my parents worked as reporters for a nationwide newspaper. My dad came home in November with his big break. A sixth month Africa on-site story about Witchdoctors and their "supposed" cures. The newspaper offered the tr...
My wife Sue is a true slut. She rarely wears a bra and really gets a kick out of showing off her 34Bs. Last summer we went to a water park several hours from our home. She wanted to put on a show so she wore a skimpy bikini. I was concerned because the top barely covered her breasts. "I'm not sure you should wear this to the park," I explained to her. "W...
Heather was driving home. Dressed in a boring-plain blouse with long sleeves, dark-toned slacks and flat, round-nosed shoes. No one would've notice anything particular about her wardrobe. She felt a slight discomfort in her right hand, and noticed a broken nail. Looked at it for a moment, then chuckled... *** He was lean, sharp, fast moving, and full of en...
Normally I have no problem sleeping in a moving car, but tonight I'm too keyed up to sleep. Sure, the back seat of the Lincoln is comfortable enough, but I just can't seem to find a position that will allow me to relax. Instead, I futilely twist and squirm, trying to find a position that will relieve some of the tension in my back and neck. It'd been a long...
Steve had been locked in his cage for about four months. I would occasionally let him out to clean up but for the most part he remained locked up. He had become very attentive since we had started his chastity. Steve made sure he did all of his chores around the house quickly and completely. I had begun to love my new role as the controller of his sexual rel...