I nestled into the leather passenger seat with a small sigh of contentment. How Mr. Ryan talked me into coming home with him I don't know. I definitely didn't want to return to the scene of my humiliation nor did I have a reservation at any of the local motels. He gallantly extended the use of his guest bedroom: "After all, how could I call myself a gentlema...
It is not until you hear the click of the handcuff on your wrist that you stop to really think about what you are doing, but by then it is too late. You are totally naked, your legs spread wide apart and tied to the bed frame and your hands are both cuffed above your head to the headboard. You are blindfolded and can't see anything at all and for good measur...
I can remember the look in your eyes, the first time I suggested that we should go to one of those clubs; you weren't morally against it, but still you screwed up your nose, making an adorable expression. Of course, I knew it would stick in your mind; I watched it sink into your eyes, and settle into your mind. I saw it in your eyes when we fucked later, lik...
Abi made her way home early from her work in London one Friday night. She had planned to go for a few drinks after work with colleagues, but had a chance to get away early. She made her way to her flat that she shared with her Fiance James, she planned to give him a nice surprise as she knew he would be finished early today too. Abi was going to jump on him...
He placed his hands on either side of his head and tried to breathe. Was he dead yet? Had he finally willed himself to nothingness? But he could still hear the music....the hurtful, angry music that he listened to because he felt hurtful, angry, and oh-so-destructive. Could one hear when one was dead, could one press fingers that glistened white like cancer...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, reined Swift to a halt in the deep forest. He had been searching for the bandits all day with no luck and was growing annoyed at his lack of progress. The orcs were due to arrive at the castle any day and he was no closer to finding the missing sceptre. He sat on his mare and thought for a moment. He knew he had bee...
This story is something that I wish happened -- but it didn't because I was too scared to go ahead with it. I was eighteen, curious about sex and the type of girl who loved being in trouble. I was seeing Natalie, a gorgeous tall brunette with athletic curves and a huge naughty grin. I'm bisexual with a high sex drive -- up to this point, we had about a month...
Bears, Porridge, and Honey: A Pair of Goldilocks Story Two---The Honey Trap: Part Two When Phil checked in, he hadn't noticed family pictures. Now, while exploring the house, he found a photo album. Lou was in the kitchen, making breakfast. The clang of pots and pans, and the smell of sausage filled the house; Phil's mouth watered. The photo album had fe...
It was Charlotte, we ultimately found out had caused all the trouble, but things can get complicated... I had met Tammy in a small town, tall and blond at first she was a little standoffish but I won her over. Her family had some qualms with her marrying a man from New York but she was happy. Five years into our marriage I had done something stupid. Her fri...
I waved good-bye to my family and my boyfriend for what seemed like the last time, ever. I felt abandoned, alone, and quite afraid. I turned and looked at the lofty building, which, by all rights, was my new home. To me, despite the lush landscaping and beauty of the aging, ivy-covered building, it looked like a solitary confinement prison. Well, solitary, e...