As I watched her sleeping, her hair spread over the pillow around her and her breathing soft and easy, I resolved that I was going to give her the fantasy we had shared so often. Her mouth was slightly open, those soft lips parted just enough to see the white of her teeth, and I longed to kiss her. I would not allow myself to disturb her rest, she looked so...
I would like to thank everyone for their comments about my story. I try to put true feelings and emotions into my writing. If my story makes you feel emotions, either positive or negative, then I've done my job. Again, I would like to thank "omegazone" for taking the time to edit my story. I really appreciate it. If you haven't read Chapters 1-3, please do s...
Mads woke up before York did and propped her head up on her hand, supported by her elbow. York was laying on his back, and it humored her at how formal he looked even while he slept. The sheet stopped at his waist, his torso bare and exposed to her. She slowly traced her finger across the creases of his abdominal muscles then up to his chest. He twitched a l...
I married my husband Cameron when he was a junior in college. He was twenty-one and I was twenty-six. Usually the age discrepancy of couples is the opposite of our situation. He was going to university and living at home throughout his college days. He was working as a waiter in a local pub and eatery. I was there for lunch with my then boyfriend Alex. He is...
Margie woke with a headache. It was the price she payed for the alcohol and weed fueled buzz that helped her get her clothes off the night before. Her first orgy had been a wildly exciting experience, but she wasn't a natural at it the way Kelsey and the girls seemed to be. Margie needed an extra dose of courage, and she got it from the bottle. Maybe it was...
"No Running Away" Note: the Annie Kirk series is not a sequential story. The series is comprised of separate fantasies about a real person. Some of the stories were inspired by an erotic photograph she sent where I created a story around the image. Other stories are inspired by real-life elements, but they are not descriptions of real events. This story was...
Based on an idea in the forum by Schlank: "She writes stories about every fetish she can think of: public nudity, bondage, forced lesbianism, spanking, sex in front of large audiences, incest, strip searches, body-cavity searches, kinky medical exams, etc., involving succubi, shape-shifters and mythical nations were men and women can be kept as slaves and be...
It was a Friday afternoon that seemed of little consequence. I got up, shaved, cleaned and pampered my body. After my underwear was in place I wore my usual boot socks, boots, jeans and a plaid shirt. The bar at Fulton Street was busy that afternoon when I arrived about 2:00 and everybody including Lori (the owner) seemed glad to see me. Joe Turley and I too...
Two years had passed since Jasminda, then a young novice submissive at Hanson House, had been presented to Mr Amin Al-Assad. That was almost two years since she had been sold to a Master as personal property. The young Filipina sometimes had to pinch herself to believe the life she'd been given. "Sold" – Jas often thought about that concept. She knew it was...
Margie sat with her head in her hands. She was worried, life appeared to be an almost perfect storm of disaster. Nearly fifteen years of happy marriage to her husband Jerry had left her soft, Margie didn't get a lot of exercise except for things like carrying the laundry basket, pushing the vacuum cleaner and things like that. She smiled to herself as her...