You are a pervert who, for a series of unfortunate events, die. But what it's the end for other people is not for you, because for a reason or another you reincarnate in another world. What will you do? Make all you're perverted fantasies become reality? Become a villain? A hero? The choice is yours. But, first, who are you? (Feel free to add if you want)Wha...
SUMMARY: A married man is seduced and taken by a friend of his wife's. EDITING THANKS: Thanks to Robert, goamz86 and MAB7991. NOTE: This story is dedicated to Robert who requested the fantasy...sorry but the story ended up a lot longer than originally planned. ***** "You can stay with Robert if you wish," Mary said on the phone. I looked up from my lapt...
It had all started with a routine visit to his Doc for a simple prostate exam. After he'd given away his naturally submissive tendencies by pushing back against her finger, his female doctor had decided to test just how submissive he was. She gave him the option to back out if he didn't want to go any further, but she told him that if he did want to go furth...
We drove home from the Marriott in our separate cars. I was glad for the separate time. To be alone with thoughts spinning in my mind like cog wheels in some industrial machine. Jamie and I had opened a door to a totally new world for us to travel and explore. Travel and explore in solid security of mutual excitement and trust. Each giving to the other a uni...
I am really new to writing and would really appreciate your feed back. Please leave comments! Michael closed his eyes tightly. He could not believe what he had just done, in front of nearly fifteen dominant women; he had accidentally spilled his Mistress's drink. Sadly his mistake of spilling the drink was only his initial problem, which by itself would w...
Sequel to my October 21, 2017 story. ************* While I was cured of my ravaging fantasies – not only did they no longer interfere with my life, I never even had any at all – as a result of the ravaging reality that I was sure had been arranged by my misguided though probably well-meaning psychologist Mary Ross, I continued to be intrigued by the likel...
"On this dark, stormy night I travel lost and alone; in the shadows I roam. Through the labyrinth of mortal decay further down the spiral each day as hopes slowly slip away. These twisting, empty streets my home, drown in filth paved with blood. What kind of Beast have I become? To live in nothing, to feast on pain: Have I lost it, gone insane this mystery r...
I went to the mall to do some Saturday morning shopping instead of decorating for Christmas. I jotted down some notes of lyrics that came across the intercom: "My Christmas dreaming came a little early this year" and "All I need to do is dream you." I also saw an advertisement in a clothing store window: "Be iconic." All of this might escape most typical i...
It was twisted, reality turned inside out. When Gabriella woke it was to the belief she'd fallen asleep. It was then she realized in the dream she hadn't truly felt anything. Not the warmth that glowed so tenderly around her, not the touch of those she loved, not the earth beneath her feet, blanketed in lush green that appeared so very soft... In the dream...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * "I Can't Stop Loving You," Ch. 03 A devoted husband, 68-year-old Walter, an older man, found love again with 39-year-old Susan, a much younger woman after his beloved Mary died. Continued from Chapter 02: She wondered about her mystery man again. Maybe with him feeling remorsefully guilty, he was...