This story is a fantasy. This story is not based on real events or people. But boy, I'd like it if it was... ***** It started out as private feedback to one of my stories, and I responded back to the email address that was provided thanking the person for not just both reading and enjoying my story but to also taking the time to write and say so. Lisa wa...
I moved to Los Angeles from New York about eight years ago, right after my divorce. The marriage didn't last long and ended bitterly. I now live a block from the beach in Santa Monica in a fairly exclusive high-rise apartment building. I quit my job as a graphic artist with a top advertising firm in NY, when I moved and started my own business here. I have a...
Nikki, being an Arab, had been raised very repressed. Having been born without a cock made her less than complete, she made almost a fetish of pissing standing up and was fascinated by my pissing, she would often find some excuse to follow me into the bathroom when I was taking a piss. She would stand and watch me; eyes fixed on my cock and her lips parted a...
INSTRUCTOR: Mr. K. DESCRIPTION: This course of instruction is open to females who identify themselves as primarily heterosexual and provides one-on-one student instruction to introduce her to the subject of female sexual submission to a dominant male. Class applicants will be accepted on a first-come, first-served basis, with a minimal amount of screening f...
(All characters and most locations in this story are completely fictional, with no connection to any persons living or dead.) My wife and I settled down into our new life together. I was now so respectful of her, and appreciated the new Jolene, able to take charge, express her anger when it arose, and generally run things. Like her mother, she really did...
Tuesday nights for other attached couples meant dull chitchat after work, a thirty minute meal or takeout, tv and internet time, some more mundane talk, complaints about chores, and maybe sex. Our weekday nights had flare, adventure, and spontaneity. We always had small surprises for each other: a naughty piece of lingerie, a new toy, a new position, a new p...
Chapter 30-B Laura & Lou, Part 4 It had been a month since Laura had last been with Lou. He had left Wilmington suddenly, not bothering to tell her where he was going or why. Desperate for information about him, she had repeatedly called his number until it was finally answered by his sister, Brandy. Laura wasn't certain about anything Lou told her, an...
His wrists were lashed to the top corners of the bed, the Velcro straps firmly anchored tight, leaving him no room to wiggle. His ankles were likewise pulled against the bed frame, leaving a small indentation in his flesh. It would leave a mark, but one that would disappear in a few hours. Other marks from tonight would prove more permanent. He rocked his a...
[These two stories have virtually nothing in common but their category, which is why they make a nice contrast -- the darkened play room, the brightly sunlit grass.] Good For One Thing "Men are only good for one thing," I explained to June. The pretty blonde crinkled her brow. "But I thought you were independently wealthy," she said after a moment of thin...
Needless to say, I do not own the rights to these characters, this is a not for profit piece of fan fiction and solely the product of my imagination. * * * * * Jeff had no idea how much time had passed. His girlfriend, Trish, had left him hanging upside down from the ceiling in the basement of his own home. His body, severely bound in various rubber and l...