(Prolog. The weather is hot and sticky. Arriving home, she carefully sets the stage for her erotic story to her Friend. She undresses down to her underwear. She leaves on her panties; today they are pink. Satin. Bikini briefs. She removes her bra and lets her breasts free. (*heavy sigh*) "Bras are another mean invention," she thinks. "Breasts were meant to b...
They say good things come to those who wait...they also say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I held out hope that the former was true, but so far in my experience absence only made the heart grow frustrated. It had been nine days since our encounter at the dumpster and he had yet to visit the library when I was there. I felt like a pathetic child counti...
A lot of fuckers these days put a lot of store in words, books, anything where a bunch of letters are shoved together and think it's pretty darn profound. "Oh, Hi Wank, we've missed your eloquence, charm and wonderful insights!" No problem, little fella; it's what I'm here for. Now shut up and pay attention. Thing is, whilst these people with bookcases ar...
DERYCK Deryck Talon pulled his old, dilapidated mustang into the driveway of his Aunt Linda and Uncle John's house. The home was a Victorian reproduction, complete with 3 stories, and turrets in each corner of the roof, on of which Deryck's room was situated under. The pale yellow siding ran throughout the whole exterior of the house, complemented by the da...
This is a work of fiction. The relationships portrayed in this story are also a work of fiction and any resemblance to a person is purely coincidental. Names are removed due to the sensitive nature of the text. Preface I've always had a thing for authority. Any authority will do: police officers, teachers, popes, et cetera. This kink is the quiet passenger...
Act One - The Encounter "The Sanguine Rose?" "Yup," I replied, concentrating so hard on my book that the pages smoked, "That's the title." "Pretty silly name for a romance novel, isn't it?" she said. In truth, I couldn't say. I've never read a romance novel. Romance and I had very little in common. Why she figured that the book in my hand was something ot...
There's this one bookstore I have been going to since I was a kid. An old rambling house right on Route 1. I think maybe it used to be the train station, but now it's a bookstore. Room after dusty room, endless stacks of books, some probably haven't been touched in decades. It's easy to spend the day there, to get lost in those endless stacks, running your f...
After Joe was gone I put on a silk robe and dried my hair. When I walked into the living room I saw the book lying on the coffee table. I carried it to bed with me to read. When I read the table of contents, I was surprised that it didn't have a guide to whips and chains. I guess Joe was right when he said BDSM is much more than that. In the section on Domin...
Okay guys this is my second attempt at writing on here the first story I lost inspiration for but this one has me writing non-stop so I figured posting it would tell me if its going the way I want it. Let me know what you think the next part is about ready for posting. I do apologize to any one who was waiting on my other story to keep going writers block go...
I walk down the hall, hips swaying, hair bouncing across my back. I’m wearing that tight shirt you like, the one that makes me look like a goddess in your eyes, and pants that seem to fit like a glove. My legs move smoothly, my feet stepping silently across the littered hallway. I carry a textbook clutched to my chest, and you curse and envy the object, f...