Note to readers: This is the very first story I ever wrote. I really hope you all enjoy it! Thanks in advance for reading it and for your comments and suggestions on improving the story! * PART ONE The night was dark. There was only a sliver of a moon showing occasionally through the blanket of clouds in the sky. The stars were barely visible. The air was...
--Day 1-- Rob Walsh pounded on his steering wheel in frustration. It was already 6 p.m. and he had told Katy he was going to be home by six. The damned traffic on Highway 53 was backed up a mile from I35, and there was no exit he could take that was going to help get him home any quicker. It looked like there was still some construction going on at the junc...
PROLOGUE Clear blue sky. A few clouds of pure white, slowly moving across the azure dome. There's one that looks like a rabbit. Another that is clearly a heart. At least until seconds later when their shape would alter and then become something else. The air was warm - probably low eighties - although I knew that it would become quite cool in a few more hou...
All names, characters, situations and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Copyright blablabla... ---------- "Mister, mister... Mister, one birr!" "Mastika sir? You want gum sir?" "Stomach zero - me hungry!" "Shoe shine?" "Mister, give me one dollar!" "Soft?"...
Author's note: The main theme of this story is D/s, but I flavored it with fantasy elements and a touch of mind control. It's another novella length story (41k words) like 'Lucky Strike, Sir', but it's completely different. The erotic element at the core might be the same, but I think D/s is so rich and exciting, there are endless ways to be creative with...
Part I: Debbie Alan Burnett listened to the same 'oldies' station he had for years now; the music was predictably comfortable and the commercials were kind of funny – sometimes anyway, and besides, almost everyone else in the department listened to the station. You could always count on a happy mix of sixties stuff, but usually they played more seventies mu...
If you have not read our postings I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are an early thirties couple, I am 5'10", in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5'7" with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her...
Author's Note: Sorry about the extended wait on this one! Life keeps me busy. Edited by Expoh, AnnabelleFalls13, Michael Scott, Zald, and I.C. **** Vuntha stood at the top of the hill. Behind him, down the slope, lay the sprawling encampment of the People-Under-The-Mountain. The once-bustling tent city was emptied, devoid of activity but for the wind whi...
Thanks to Tigerssman and "UNK" for guidance on this story. *** The house was going to be tough on David, he wanted to postpone dealing with it. He was convinced to go through and pick out sentimental items and deal with the rest later. Joy, Anne, and Mei were working in the attic and found a steamer trunk just full of treasures. Joy said, "David, can you...
Okay, before we got started here, I want to thank everyone who wrote last week to congratulate me about my upcoming wedding. For those of you who were wondering, yes it's true and I think it's right this time. Now this one is a very long story. it's a character study so those of you who hate long stories might want to pass on this one. On the other hand I ha...