Chapter 10: The Aftermath The invitation had come as a surprise. Sandra Wilson had almost refused, but that would have been unwise, she decided. After Saturday's Gala party, she needed to understand why Donald Appleby wanted to see her. It was unlikely the businessman knew her true identity, so that pointed to her modelling audition, or an outside chance th...
The car was hot with energetic bodies, the young stud's mouth devouring Miss Crome's ruby red lips. His hands caressed her half dressed body, loose teachers blouse, grey short skirt and high black heels. Her sculpted hair, cut into a 30's bob was as black and shinny as her stilettos. Her sucked in cheek, fashion model face stared lustfully into the jocks exc...
This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This chapter has (consensual) emotional abuse and public humiliation. Caveat reader. --- Dr. Anne Carrington, my anthropology professor was making me breakfa...
"This is one of our most popular rings," the sales girl said, smiling. She had a pair of silver bracelets on her left wrist, which jangled every time she moved. It was hard enough for Josh to think clearly as it was, trying to decide which engagement ring to buy Sister Monica. He didn't need the added distraction of the bracelets. "She'll love it, trust me."...
A "true" account of femdom, reluctant coerced-bi and (mild)cross-dressing/TV, blackmail, and permanent humiliating service to a very manipulative ex-girlfriend, all leading up to a total reprogramming and gracious acceptance of my destiny. PART 1 So my ex-girlfriend Jessica dumped me recently and said that the only way that she'd even consider taking me ba...
This is a story of total fiction. As in a lot of these types of stories, some of it is rather hard to believe, but hey, it's a story, let your imagination run free. Why do all these cheating wives stories sound so trite? The same old synopsis; I came home early, I found an email, I caught her and her lover at the office Christmas party, I just happened to b...
Becky was made for moonlight. I woke up and watched her sleep -- so peaceful, so radiant. I worried about her. I prayed for her -- something I hadn't done since I was a child tucked in at night. Becky slept on her stomach, her hands underneath the pillow. Her hair had fallen across her face and I brushed it back to see her clearly. She mumbled incoherently...
I know a lot of you probably hate me. But I've had a lot going on in my life that's prevented me from writing. But after several emails and comments about whether or not I was finishing this story, I had to write the next chapter. But then it took me forever to figure out the direction I wanted to go with it. I know...that's a lot of buts. However, here it i...
1. My own story starts in the early years of the twenty-first century. I was a 30-year-old scientist. In those days, strange though it is to recall, most scientists were men, like me. I do not intend to spend long on the details of my life or the work that I did. In brief, however, I was considered an expert at the design and construction of instruments for...
She sat curled up on the hard wooden floor between his feet. Her long slender legs were tucked underneath her on a plush red cushion as she softly ran her nails under the bottom of his jeans, trailing down his ankle and rhythmically stroking his bare foot. Her long brown hair lay like a flowing silk blanket over his lap as he gently tugged on it, absentminde...