It had been a little over a month since Madison played the dice game. At first, it was exciting to her to be exposed as she had been. Over time, though, Madison found that she was no longer getting a rush out of just having her pictures posted on the web site. She remembered how it felt to roll those dice - the rush she got, the adrenaline, the pounding ches...
The memories that unconscious, 37-year-old Camilla was reliving had returned to those of a more sexually restrained, monogamous period of her marriage with Cameron--the time between her forced sexual encounter with Paul Shaw and when she, Cameron, and Eros moved from Toronto to Montreal. Because of her contemplation of this tamer period of her life, the lust...
The film had been erotic, but not rude. It suggested more than it showed and they both looked at the other a few times at each of the sexual interludes. But they had sat up and watched it longer than they would normally have stayed up and were both tired. "Come on then," he said at the closing titles, "Bedtime." "I thought you'd never ask," she replied wit...
Chapter 12: Wedding Bells by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 We were all having a late lunch one afternoon and Christina ran into the room, squealing and nearly hysterical. Neither her mother nor I could understand a single word she was saying, she was crying and emotional. Chris, who can normally understand his twin in the oddest of situations...
Michele remained tied to the chair, covered in semen, defiled and confused. She isn't stupid; she knows that she has been kidnapped and is being held as a sex slave and knows that there is going to be worse to come. The door opens. A voluptuous dark-skinned woman enters; her heels click-clacking on the tiles. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a bl...
Author's Notes All characters are 18 or over. Warning: This story includes non-monogamous sexual activity among single persons as well as sexual activity between siblings. If you find either of these offensive, you should not read this story. In spite of this being a continuation, it is not essential that the first part be read before going on to part two...
Warming Father Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ It was late afternoon on Christ...
It was six in the morning, a Tuesday in October. Elizabeth was in Phoenix, Arizona but it could have been anywhere. There was no hint of searing desert heat, no warm glow of sunshine here. Only pale early morning light was coming through the curtains. The room was like many others she'd been in, in cities all over the world. A single bed she'd sleep in once,...
My estimate of 3 hours slowly dissolved, when I saw that time was passing by quicker than I had expected, night slowly falling and we still did not arrive at our location. However we could see in the distance just over the large hill a structure peeking. We walked slowly sticking close to shade and trees just in case that some random eye getting a glimpse of...
Driving back to my Hotel from a company meeting in Memphis, I had taken a wrong turn. Easy enough to do in a strange town, even easier in Memphis late at night. I drove around for blocks and it appeared I was hopelessly lost. My rental car started sputtering, "Now what?" I thought to myself, the lights on the car went out and it died. Well this is just great...