I feel like an imposter. But it's ok. This isn't actually happening to me. Sitting here, across from Kate Winslet in the outdoor seating area of an upscale Los Angeles café, I figure she can probably hear my heart pounding through my chest. She's chain smoking in a casual summer blouse and designer slacks, her dark red lipstick perfectly unmarred on her full...
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To all readers Hiii This really is the first thing I have ever written and I would love feedback. If you hate it just tell me why. If you love it thank you. * It was a Friday night and we were flying back from Amsterdam after 3 days and nights of sun sand and sex, without the sun or sand. My boyfriend of about six weeks had invited me, after his quarterly...
Not so long ago I had an encounter with a mysterious stranger that piqued my interest in bondage and gave me the "real life" home invasion experience I had always wanted. He bound me and gagged me without mercy, and made sure that he took full advantage of my helpless state with various humiliations and tortures. In the end he gave me a challenge that would...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, woke up in Lady Brenwick's bedchamber. The beautiful noble was running her hand across his chest and he grinned at her as the first rays of dawn shone through the window. "Good morning," he smiled. "I'm sorry to wake you so early," the Duchess responded. "But the Tribe of the Blue Sword will be arriving soon, from...
Lily Carter was a perfectly ordinary nineteen-year-old girl with a reasonably ordinary life. She was just starting out at her local college, studying hard to get the grades to move out of her town. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to leave, but she could dream, at least. She spent most of her free time at home, taking care of her mother. She'd been sic...
Josie made her way up the stony drive, the birds sang and the sun slanted through the trees. As she approached, her eyes were drawn to the top floor of the house. Its blinds were drawn for privacy, she felt a thrill deep in her stomach at the thought of the domination, punishment and pleasure she could experience there. What went on in that room filled her w...
Rachel Roberts was at the top of her game. At thirty-two, she had endured - survived - the rigors of the feature circuit, made a pile of money through careful investments, and gotten out with her voluptuous body, sanity, and self-respect intact. Well, she hadn't gotten out completely. She still operated her web site, which would be a lucrative source of inco...
Sometimes the tension becomes unbearable. The pressures of every day life, and the constant struggle against chaos and entropy. The constant fight against the relentless stresses of daily life. I'm lucky. Most men have to fight and struggle with themselves, unsure how to escape the daily grind. They use drugs, they drink, and they become addicted to anger. I...
Cigarette burns pockmarked the yellow surface of the long, oak table sitting in the center of the room. A single, overcrowded ashtray sat lonely on the table’s top. Stale smoke hung in the air and, judging from its lack of movement, could have been hanging there for years. The only window, placed too high on the wall to offer any real illumination, had wire...