... you feel the rope around your ankle tighten. The blindfold leaves you in complete darkness. A trickle of sweat drips from under your arms and down your side as your blouse begins to stick to your skin. Hands grab your knees and pull your legs open, you try to keep them together out of instinct, but they are forced apart. A rope is tied around your leg a...
Amber pulled her car up in front of the hotel in the damp summer night. It was a relatively small hotel, only three floors to it, but that didn't matter. She re-checked the directions to make sure it was the place he had mentioned in his e-mail. She had never met her date before tonight, but already her heart was pounding, the lust building in her for the fu...
Thanks go to my editor Althefish. You're the best. * It is a cool crisp Saturday morning in autumn. I am spending my morning running some errands and doing some shopping. It's 'College Football Day' in the house, and we have rules, I don't bother Mike during College Football Day, and Mike doesn't bother me during the Green Bay Packer games. It's a mutually...
The next morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed, carefully covered to keep me warm, with the remains of the wig I had been wearing the night before placed on one of the corner posts of the bed. The plastic hairs that we had cut and mangled were cleanly swept up into a pile. I inched my way to the edge of the bed, and climbed out into the chilly mornin...
Amanda and Karen lay there snickering in Amanda's full sized bed, the same kind of giddy laughing that had been occurring this whole night. They had been friends all throughout school, but they had graduated high school last week and were now 18 year old adults in the real world. Next week Karen was moving across country to move into her college dorm, leavin...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
It's your first evening together and it's been wonderful so far. He's more handsome than his profile picture — well-dressed, very polite, attentive and a good conversationalist, which you enjoyed as much during dinner as the meal — and now you're back at his place and you see a gift-wrapped box tied with a bow on the coffee table in the living room. He hands...
We sat in the warmth of the car and enjoyed the moment. Shielded from the cold wind we watched a lone fisherman untangling a line. Fishing rods were spiked into the sand like sentinels on watch, ready to bend with a strike as they watched the fluorescent floats on top of the water's chop. We guessed that his lunch was in a box which was optimistically large....
My hands are tied. Pulled up above my head, with my wrists crossed and fastened together. The rope that joins them is attached to a ring sunk in the wall above my head. I am fully dressed but nevertheless I feel vulnerable. My breath is loud in my own ears, and it gets louder as Master moves to stand in front of me, with a large pair of scissors in his hand...
John strapped the clip around Julia's neck. Her slightly longer than shoulder length thick orange brown blonde hair fell down as he moved his hand away. John couldn't believe she wanted to remove her hair due to its amazing color. Her hands hung outside the chair over the armrest hanging. John moved over rubbing what she thought was an 8 inch penis. She gigg...