Author's note:This is my first story and a relatively long one (60,000 words total), which probably isn't a good thing. I originally started posting chapter-by-chapter but realized it hurt the flow, so I've reduced it to approximately 8 "parts" or so. The "action" pics up in parts 4 and beyond, so if you're impatient feel free to jump ahead. But if the story...
This passage follows on from Chapter 1 of Miss Cherry's Adventures. It can be read as a stand-alone story but reading the first chapter should give it a little more context. ***** Cherry lay in bed, feeling the smoothness of the white silk sheets slide against her naked skin. As her brain surfaced from one of her best night sleep in ages her mind filled wi...
They always told Vika that when she made camp, she should be setting out the cots herself. The nomadic Traders of the Holy Mother always had their husbands set out their cots for them. It had been that way since the golden age, when trade had run like blood in a vein up and down the world-spanning Road of Honey and Cotton. Of course, the war had ruined that...
Chapter 13 : Fetter Lane & Fetters in Camp Lima James was sitting in his cell, staring blankly at walls confused and degraded by the episode with the woman the night before, his cock sore from the constant abuse of the previous weeks. The first that James knew of the police raid was the crash of a door splintering and the cry "Armed police!" immediately...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing. Read Chapters 1 -6, first...
When Matt looked up to see Laila still slightly pouting over the bikini, he couldn't help but to laugh, and laugh loudly. "This is so weird!" Laila's eyes bulged at the comment and she shrank back slightly. "Did...I do something wrong?" Matt's laugh continued at Laila's reaction but it was clear that it wasn't malicious in intent. "No, no. Not you. Just......
You sit on the roughly hewn wooden bench in your dungeon cell, with an iron collar around your neck that is chained to the wall, and heavy chains around your legs that restrict your movement. You begin to wonder, not for the first time in the two days you have been stuck down in this place, why you ever agreed to do this. Suddenly, the wooden door that was l...
The next few weeks were an agony of suspense for me. Before I'd left your dressing room you'd told me to leave my phone number with the bartender, which I'd done. I didn't hear from you the next day, or the next, or the next. Days stretched into weeks. My life went on as usual, at least on the surface - work, gym, drinks with friends, the occasional date w...
We moved in the house a few months ago, but I didn't notice the eye bolt in the door frame until last week. Or maybe you don't call it a door frame, since there's not actually a door. It's just the molding that frames the wide passage between the living room and the hall to the bedrooms. It struck me all of a sudden as an odd thing to be there. It wasn't cen...
Nancy walked along the path overlooking the ocean. The morning mist obscured the view of the blue sea which stretches far beyond the horizon on a clear day. All that was visible in the fog was the Hopewell Rocks. These giant stone monoliths rise from the beach floor to a height of over thirty five meters. The rocks tower over the seascape below. Their imposi...