NOTE: For the month of October my wife and I exchanged our home in New Zealand with a couple living on Long Island, New York. This tale arose from that visit; I scribbled down the opening when sitting in the art gallery herein named. Enjoy. – Author. * An autumn chill in the breeze under overcast skies persuaded Merrick to choose an indoor activity on his...
Vijayalakshmi Uday had been as surprised as her husband was when Kapoor had asked if she would like the job as his secretary. Of course the company had rules about husbands and wives working in the same office, but they could get around that by using her maiden name, Umesh. That way the big shots wouldn't know that she and Uday were married. Kapoor told them...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting humiliation and pain. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coinciden...
(This is the seventh chapter in a rather long series I have written. It will stand on it's own but there will be better context if you read all the previous chapters. Enjoy and please comment and share!) * Chris woke alone in the giant bed to the savory odor of frying bacon. His stomach grumbled, empty for the past twenty-four hours, and bid him to get ou...
Knock. Knock. My knuckles rapped the hotel door, each strike barely audible as if I intended not to disturb anyone from their slumber. Beating with vigor, my heart palpitated. A midday summer breeze off the ocean threw my blonde hair in my face, tickling my cheeks and eyelashes as well as littering the backs of my arms with goose bumps. Nervous hands pushed...
No-one is here to listening to my story, so I thought I would write it down for you to read later. It is strange how truth and reminiscence diffract through time and recreate themselves in a story that itself helps us to reconstruct our memories. I hope it does so in a way that will give you that inner warmth you have so often given me over the years. We al...
Prologue This is a true account of what happened to me, Andrew , a few years ago. In 2004, I applied for a post graduate course, but had been accepted late onto it due to raising the money to pay. As a late entrant, I had to run around trying to get accommodation when everything had gone. I set aside a day and eventually found a room in shared house,...
Author's Note: This story could reasonably be classified under Nonconsent or Fetish (Tease and Denial) or perhaps even some other category like SciFi. I think Fetish is the best spot, but will offer an apologetic shrug if readers think differently. Happy reading! * "Wake up, sleepyhead!" The guard tapped my bunk with her police baton. I opened one eye and...
As they arrived on Level 5 of the Game, the wife-initiates were handed tall Champagne glasses filled with an elixir of honey and Red Bull to wash it down, a powerful mixture to accelerate the release of Brandi and Joan's endorphins. In case their natural sensual reaction to all the foreplay had not produced enough sexual tension, the Cougar Game designers in...
Cassandra's evil grin got bigger as she began to slow down the car. She almost felt bad now as she knew she had kind of cheated, but all was fair in a bet, even if it was underhanded. Looking up the road as they talked she had spied two young Mormon missionaries riding up the road on their bikes and two more perfect subjects could not have been picked. If R...