Walking up the breezeway, the traveler shifted his carryon from one shoulder to another. He was tired from too many airports, not enough sleep and still another week to go before returning home. His layover in KC was to be just a night, with a very early morning flight out. For what seemed like the thousandth time, he thought of his friend from the Lit cha...
This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters; it will help me improve my writing, enhance the story line, and encourage me to continue writing. Also, take a moment and vo...
We have been chatting now for a while, although we have never meet. We have made plans for a quick weekend getaway and are both excited and nervous about this opportunity. I arrive at the hotel bar and find a booth. I order a drink and eagerly await your arrival. I see you walk in and watch you across the room. You join me in the booth. I am pleasantly s...
**Thanks again for coming with me on this twisted love story. All good things must come to an end, and this must as well. This is the last chapter of Locked Up, at least for now, and I hope it's a worthy ending for those of you who made it this far and are still enjoying. As a reminder, this tale, like those that preceded it, is a work of kinky fiction. As s...
i awoke from my dream state to start my day as usual: the sweet melody of the tune ♫♪ Private Emotions ♪♫ softly playing from my alarm. i was still tied in ribbons from the day before as ordered when the call came in at 8:13am, it was Him. The orders were very clear, or so i naively thought! Nothing too surprising as it was a work day for me. i expected to s...
the scars of love and pain we getthrough whipping girls for long made wetthe gentle tear of scream and moanmade crystal clear from stunning bonetangled sheets on thee I wedblistered skin made soft and redfrom I to thee to we to youI bid this dream for us who knew Part 1 1- Incoming And there, buckled between the past and the future stood my love. Her blon...
This story is completely fictional. All characters are willing participants in all activities and similarities between other fictional characters is unintentional. I hope you enjoy the story and welcome all feedback. This is my first time writing so expect there to be a few mistakes. Thanks and I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing...
"I signed up for this," she told herself. But standing naked in the tiled room surrounded by trainers, Red was beginning to feel doubtful. This was not the time for fears though, it was too late. Last night she had come to the convention and followed all the procedures: signed consent, video consent, verbal agreement to all parts of the training. And the las...
A brief embrace in the driveway this the morning signals to me a day of chores and longing that will not be fulfilled until late evening when the drains of our time finally retire for the night. As you get into the van in the morning, your thoughts turn to the day ahead. The clients, supervision, and the irritating coworkers to come; oh what wonders the day...
"I'll only be another minute," I called out from the toilet. I finished my business opened the door and washed my hands and face in the sink. Genie was right where I left her, kneeling with her head bowed and her hands behind her back. She was wearing only her garters, stockings, pumps and shelf bra. When we had arrived back from the Pleasure Underground sh...