Uncle Cal? Beneath those words was an old picture of himself when he was seven, his arm dangling around Garrett's neck. Just the sight of that photo brought back memories of the day, entire afternoon spent trying to catch the Papa fish, a huge catfish whom was rumored to live in the dark hole they fished every day. No one ever caught it, though. The next f...
She came out of her beauty shop on to the small porch. Her husband had built the shop for her in the front of the house. The beauty shop side of the house was painted pink. She was a stout red head with huge knockers. She had the superstructure that could support the burden. She also had the wide steel braced bras that she had caught the boys next door inspe...
Its late at night. You're still chained to your desk by a report you have to have on the boss' desk by 7 am the next day. Taking a break, you roll your head back and sigh. Looking out the window, you see another light from the next building. You've never realized how close you are to them. Standing, you walk to your own window and peer across the darkness to...
This is my first time writing, and definitely one of the nicer and more tame fantasy/experiences I've ever had. This is also my first time dating such a nice guy, and I guess I just wanted to show him that I don't need a D/s relationship, (if you can even call what I usually have a D/s relationship,) to still really like him. I guess I should preface this b...
It had been a really long day. I had classes all day and then I had to go to work at my first job. I would soon have to go to my other job and work until around 1 a.m. My only salvation was that, in between my two jobs, I got to take a long hot shower. I slipped my shirt off the moment I walked in the door and wiggled out of my pants by the time I got to ba...
I saw you pull up as I was pumping my gas. My dress was blowing in the breeze, whipping around my bare legs. With the sun behind me you couldn't help but notice I wore nothing under the dress. I caught your eye as I was replacing the nozzle in the pump and gave you that smile that can only mean one thing. You got out of your car as I walked towards the build...
John sat in the club toilet, and proceeded to beat off his cock. His eyes were closed, and of course he was thinking about her. Julie, the club barmaid. She was in her forties and he was merely eighteen. But that did not bother him. He wanted her more than anyone. From the first moment he had seen her he knew he wanted her. She had short blonde hair, a he...
Don't get me wrong I'm a girl who loves shopping, but furniture shopping is by no means my favorite activity. I hate those giant, furniture warehouse showrooms, full of odd-looking furniture. Worst of all they always have overly pushy commissioned salespeople hungry to sell you anything they can. Unfortunately, as a prostitute, I've found regularly replacing...
"Don't scream. Shhh. It's only me." He covers your mouth with his right hand while his left slowly eases the door to the change room shut. You can feel his breath, hot against your ear. Your body tensed when he first surprised you – your back was to the door and you didn't have all your clothes on yet. You blush a little and eye your pants, sitting only a f...
(Author's note: Most bdsm stories I have read seem to deal with either breaking in a slave or working with trained slaves. The process of actually training a slave to submit body and soul to the pleasures and desires of a master has always fascinated me. It seemed to be a process that needed great care, planning and the talented hand of a master to bring out...