Steve Jones had lived part of his dream, even it if was at the cost of his career and the humiliation of another person. He couldn't think of his victim, Fred Smith, as "human," exactly; the man had lost ninety-five percent of his body mass and was reduced to a brain in a bio-pod. It was all his own fault, too... taking stupid risks on an expensive hoverbike...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 40). This story c...
"Have you told him yet?" Lynn asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Not exactly." Marie sighed. She closed the book she had been studying at the kitchen table and picked up her own cup of coffee. "What does that mean?" Lynn asked as she sat down adjacent to Marie at the table. They had moved from the dorm to a small apartment off campus, just 2 mon...
Dear Reader: This is the beginning of a series of stories I plan to share. They are largely autobiographical, with adjustments for identity and continuity. The theme, which develops slowly (because that's how it happened) is primarily BDSM. If this isn't your preference, I would respectfully suggest that you might not want to read beyond the first two storie...
Note from the author: Thanks for all the comments on this. I appreciate them all. I have updated my original Ch. 01 to what you see here. Most of the story is pretty much the same. I added a list of class-mates, and added some details here and there. I think it's better than v1.0 Let me know what you guys think in the comments. I'm nearly done with Ch 2, s...
She could just feel them coming. It was cold... and she was sore again. Her hands clasped tightly between her thighs, she hoped they'd pass her by. For a second she hoped they were there for someone else... what an awful thing to think. She huddled as far into the corner as she could. The cold brick pushing into her, pushing her at them. Now she could actual...
Please vote. I am just starting out and your feedback is important. This is part 1 of a planned erotic thriller. ***** The closets in the rooms of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York aren't the most spacious. Back when the current hotel was built in 1931 the expectations of luxury hotels were vastly different than they are today. Despite many updates an...
I've come to bring you hell, I said to my sub with a smirk. I stroked my strap-on dildo, and glared menacingly at my future husband Khalid Hussein, who moaned softly. The six-foot-tall, muscular and athletic Somali stud lay on the bed, his arms and legs firmly bound by thick steel chains. He was on his back like a bitch, with his legs sticking in the air. We...
"So where do we start?" "We don't have to go far." Lively looked outside the car window, observing the scenery and trying to match it with what he had seen in his mind. "She's close. She wouldn't have been able to affect me so deeply if she wasn't close." "Jason," Morris glanced over at him. "Maybe this isn't a good idea. Maybe we should get some help." "...
You have been going to this club for awhile and you get to know the owner who has noticed your lovely body. He asks you if you would be interested in working as a hostess, looking after his more important clients. After giving it some thought, you agree as the money is good. He agrees to supply your wardrobe and, on your first night, you go to his office an...