She walked up to the desk clerk "My name is Rebecka Adams, I believe you have a message for me?" The desk clerk handed her an envelope. She stepped away from the desk and opened it. Inside was a key card and a note. "534" was all it said. Rebecka thought to her self, "You can still back you can still back out of this. You don't have to go. Just walk aw...
Author's Notes: I would like to make something known to the readers of any of my stories. The purpose of me writing these, besides the obvious, is to educate others of the truths of auto-erotic asphyxiation/breath play. The fetish has a horrible rep in the fetish community because of it's unfortunate association with death. I write what I write in proof th...
I wake up to pressure on my chest, as well as gentle snoring. I look down and see that Nightwing has pressed herself against me, her breasts pushed against my side and making a nice, firm pillow. The dragoness has also draped her wing over me, and her tail is hanging out of the bed. She's still asleep, and she seems so peaceful in her rest that I can't bring...
"Hubbie, I told you, I need you to be out of the house for a few hours tonight, remember I am having my lingerie party tonight." My wife chided as she scurried around the kitchen. I had not forgotten, I just did not want to miss the action. I had grown up with the Tupperware parties my mother had hosted. I had been trying to imagine how a lingerie party wou...
Author's Note: On the 1st of January 2013 a story I submitted to Lit. was approved. The title was "Mercy" and it was set in a world similar to Europe in the 1800s. It is by no means historical fiction, so don't look for references that point out any major royal family member or recognizable landscapes – you may or may not find them. As I wrote that short b...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * * * * * The storm intensified as the night wore on. Lord Boutsos was waiting for his slaves to arrive. The road to his estate was...
Why'd They fix my makeup and hair now and why like this? I'm having a good time dancing. I keep hoping another of the Dommes that occasionally walk by will like me and want me. I make sure to slide my hands down my body, fondle my tits, roll my hips around when a cute Mistress stops to watch me. The ones that look cruel and strict in their tight leathers ge...
Jenna stood in front of the airport terminal, her bags stacked beside her, and frowned as she looked up the street. There was no sign of Hal's limo. He had promised to send it for her. Had there been some kind of mix-up? Even frowning, Jenna was a spectacularly beautiful woman. She was dressed to the nines since the limo was supposed to take her to Hal's of...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories...
Dawn forced herself to turn away from the door to Charles' cabin. Part of her wanted to eaves drop upon the heated exchange between Olivia and Charles, she was sure would erupt immediately. Knowing Charles' wrath she turned away, confident that she would see the end result shortly. Confident too, that Charles would have the woman put into her place, guest, o...