Not all just about writing erotica, this story is about car buff stuff for car buffs. Susan writes about her passion for automobiles. I'm a car buff, always have and always will be. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that I can't love and appreciate cars, especially new cars rather than older cars, and especially new Mustang GT's over any other car on th...
Jamie thumbed through the pages of her college student newspaper seriously procrastinating from the 10 page final paper she needed to write. It should have been easy, after all, she'd already done all the reading and she loved her child psychology class. She had done well on her other papers and knew what the professor liked, but right now, she couldn't focu...
Chapter Four In fact, if I had a clue as to what he'd had in mind, I probably would have knocked his ass back on the mat and walked away. Instead, I went along meekly, like a lamb to the slaughter. We left in my Grand Prix, the torture master driving this time. He did it like he did everything, with no wasted motion, no hesitation or fear. He was aggressiv...
It had been about week since I had gotten humiliated by two 19-year-old bratty, but very hot, girls - Hannah and Amy. They found pictures of themselves and other girls from our neighborhood, at the pool, on my phone. They had me. They had (and still have) pictures of me giving them beer, they hacked my Facebook, changed the code and email, and they had bla...
I sat there and reviewed the day's events. I had found out that my wife Cindy had been searching elsewhere for someone to dominate her, afraid to try it at home with me. After poking around the internet, it turned out that our neighbor across the street had "volunteered", but had only wanted to try to fuck her. They were caught by his wife and then I found...
"And you will sleep here." Miss Maguire stopped by the foot of the bed and looked at Alasdair, for a response. He looked back at her, uncertainly, then looked round the rest of the room. Three other beds; all decorated with articles of a distinctly feminine nature. "Here?" he said. He let his bag slip from his shoulder and fall onto the bed that had appare...
Ever had that feeling like you were going to hell because of something you shouldn't have been doing? Well that's how I felt after getting home. After Kelly and I had cleaned ourselves up, I think we both felt a stab of awkwardness. I was mentally freaking out about what time it was and whether or not my wife was going to be up and ready to ream me a whole...
So was all of this just to "get back at daddy"? No! I was not bitter about what they did or how they treated me... I was just sad. At the time I felt as though my family hated me and anyone that I tried to form lasting relationships with treated me like shit. So you don't regret that those things happened to you? Not at all. Those experiences made me who...
Chapter One It has been a few weeks since I've seen Mr. Kesler, Chloe, or Max. I'm hoping that Mr. Kesler will allow me to become part of their BDSM family. He is the lead Dominant, while Chloe is his wife and submissive and Max is their black bull slave. This morning when I woke. I was doing some cleaning around the house. Mr. Kesler has me naked when at...
I woke up the next morning feeling incredibly sore all over. I was lying on the couch in Mr. Smith's living room, covered up with a blanket, with only vague memories of what had happened after Mr. Smith finished fucking me. I knew Pedro and Jake had taken turns with me as I had flashes of memory, almost like photographs, of them putting me in different posit...