It might be erotic to imagine one's wife as a stripper or whore. But both are frightening prospects if there's the likelihood that neither will remain mere fantasy. That was the case now as I looked at the hooded slut, strung up helpless with a dripping cunt that was my wife and know she willingly entered such a state. Surely she offered no resistance to att...
Brenda awoke with a slightly fuzzy mind but feeling wonderful. She rolled over on her back and stretched her arms high over her head, with her legs straight and her toes pointed tightly at the foot of the bed. Twisting her back from side to side, she sighed as muscles eased and several joints in her lower back popped. She sat up in bed, the fuzziness was f...
Anna-Maria Perez was excited. It was her first day at her new job and she just knew it was going to be the greatest day ever! She primped her hair for the last time before stepping out of the elevator on to the fifth floor of her office building. Her footfalls thumped softly in the plush carpet as she walked quickly to her new office, her smile wide and bea...
Another hectic night at the Perrytowne Tavern, the bar filled with boys guzzling Rolling Rock and the restaurant finally clearing out after a busy dinner rush. Carrie blew a strand of curly blonde hair off her forehead and sidled behind the bar. She didn't have an order to fill but Erica was tending bar tonight and that was all the excuse she needed. She wat...
I walked by the small shop every week returning from class. My eyes were always drawn to the windows, filled with delicate lace, satin, cotton and silk lingerie. Exotic looking women would frequent the shop. Men would walk by, looking out of the corner of their eyes, with a guilty almost furtive glance. As if they were doing something bad, dirty or evil....
All characters portrayed are over the age of eighteen. Conditions of demeanor need not be implied or questioned -- no pregnancy, STD or acts against consent are written about. Please enjoy and, as always, constructive criticism is welcome. This is a continuation from a previous series -- "He Was Always There." If you've not read it please give the series a...
The individual words the priest droned were as meaningless to Alyce as the ancient runes carved into the dark rock at her back but taken together she knew their import. I had thought to see a few more summers before I heard my last rites. As a princess of the blood, she had always expected a somewhat longer and more comfortable future. True, she knew her ul...
The candles on Lauren's dining room table were lit. She had rice and broccoli on two separate plates, an open space left for the salmon that had a few more minutes to cook. She checked it once more before closing the oven and running to her bedroom in just her stockings, garter belt and mesh black panties with red lace trim designed to look like roses. Her l...
The first thing you need to know about Jerome is that, though he's not conventionally handsome, he presses all of my buttons so hard. I don't know what it is, but I have a thing for quirky, nerdy guys. Tall, skinny, shy. So many layers of clothes and insecurities makes we want to rip them all of and have my way with them. Just the thought of him gets me as w...
Samantha Brennan lay on the snow-capped hilltop, while around her the eternal trees abided, dark frost-patched evergreen, as numerous and densely packed as the hairs on her head, with irregular pauses for rivers, lakes and oil and logging camps, all the way to the wintry western peaks, their lines delicate, ephemeral, more dreamlike than actual beneath the p...