I saw him the moment I walked into the party and I knew by the end of it, he'd fuck me. It wasn't quite rape. I still don't know what to call it. Just how I knew that then, I can't say, but to me he was just a gorgeous looking hard bodied stranger, the kind of man who makes my knees go weak. His eyes followed me as I walked into the room, he'd definitely ke...
It was the first day of Spring, and Emily was excited. Her parents had told her that since she was enrolling in the local college soon, she would need a car. They had promised to help her look on the first day of spring. Several phone calls and test drives later, Emily was ecstatic to be backing out of her parents' driveway, alone, in her very own car. Noth...
For college students, the mid-seventies proved to be a confusing and difficult time as suddenly, after watching the flower children and student activists so successfully protest the war in Viet Nam and seemingly change the world, when the time came to grab the torch and continue the revolution there suddenly was no real issue to gather and protest. America's...
I wrote this in two days, in between other work. It's about a loving couple who try role-playing a rape fantasy. Cute ending. I didn't bother editing it, though. Better stuff coming soon. _____________ This Isn't What It Looks Like Michelle and I had been drunk and laughing it up in the hotel lobby. Having only just arrived in Memphis earlier that afte...
I'm not particularly a rabid sports fan, but I'm obsessed with the annual NCAA basketball tournament known as "March Madness." My friend Pierce and I are especially excited about this year's edition because each of our favorite teams received high seeds and have a great shot at making the Final Four. Little did I know how special this year's tournament would...
(Suggest you read one of the earlier Chapter's first; the story will make more sense. Hope you enjoy). I was driving to get takeout Chinese food for three after my modeling show with Vivian and Li. When I returned from picking up our food, the two women sat on the couch in Vivian's living room, both clothed now, chatting and drinking chilled water. Ladies...
1.Chocolate – milk or dark, melted or solid, like a sweet, luscious orgasm exploding in my mouth... 2.The fantasy of him hiring a prostitute and bringing her home – watching them have sex while I hide in the closet – and then later come out to join them. 3.Piercings – so sexy – in the tongue, the eyebrow, the nose... even more sexy in the nipples... or t...
The following is based upon incidents that happened to me in real life. The chat site mentioned is not this one and anyone from this chat site should not take offense as I have never used this chat site. * I spend too much time online. I will admit it fully. In my own defense, I am disabled and virtually housebound therefore the internet is my lease on lif...
A quick disclaimer: I've decided to attempt a (possibly very slow to develop) blog series based around domination/submission. Before I even publish the initial prologue, so to speak, I feel it is important to cover a few bases. Before just about anything else, I consider myself a feminist. Beyonce says that a feminist is a person who believes in the politic...
The Beginning I just graduated high school and was playing with the idea of majoring in psychology in college though my parents were absolutely against it. For three years I've studied psychology on my own; I've probably read around thirty books and as many articles throughout my high school years. The only way my parents were going to let me major in psych...