I I awakened slowly, dreams of indeterminate nature crowded in my groggy mind. The press of naked flesh against me lingering from a dream, the hard pain in my mind real, wandering endlessly in a dark place dream, towers of dreams vaulted into the clouded heavens, broken bits of something, a fallen something, an imprecise nameless and imperceptible something...
What would you do? I'd moved into the neighborhood about a year ago and had one of the two houses at the end of the cul-de-sac. I'd met the guy next door about a month later and we hit it off. I'm single and he's married, but we both had similar interests... repairing our own cars, wood working, watching sports and we were both in the technical field. His e...
********* I hope this is more to your liking. I tried to make it longer and more detailed as requested. ~Special thanks to NiaP for all of her help, couldn't have done this without her. =) ********* Alex was angry and decided to cut his walk short. He went back to his dorm room fuming. 'Who does she think she is commenting on what I'm wearing? What a bi...
By popular demand, here is chapter 2... * Mandy Wilson's first fortnight in her new Devon home hadn't been quite as terrible as she'd envisaged, mainly on account of discovering the hidden wonders of stepbrother-to-be Toby's pc. Complete with webcam and mic, it had become something of a regular distraction for the pale girl of gothic demeanour and the most...
The apartment was quiet. Karen had just finished another day of work. There were days she really enjoyed her job. Then there was days like today. It seemed no matter what she did, it pissed somebody off. Maybe it was one of the customers. Maybe it was another co-worker. Then there were her bosses. There was no pleasing them today. As she arrived home, Karen...
What the Rose Light Children managed to build in little June Hills and under everyone's nose was impressive by any standards. The whole compound was comprised of 14 Bungalows, with two more and a water mill under construction. All of them were connected by add-on passageways and together they walled off a large chunk of the river and a sizable creek bed from...
CHAPTER 4: ARTIST AND MODEL Introduction: The chapters of Hotbeds are supposedly written by an elderly man recalling his sexual adventures as a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960. ***** The second school was comfortable, yes, and everyone was pleasant, and there was no Madam to frustrate me. But there was apparently no prospect of sex, apart from t...
A much needed break they said. Ha, I thought! What did they know? But before I knew it, I was packed and jetting out. A week by myself and a chance to recharge my batteries. Ok, so maybe I had been overdoing things at the office. Maybe this week by the sea would help clear the cobwebs. Rejuvenate my weary soul and inspire me to greater things. I arrived lat...
It had been about five weeks since I had last seen Penny, and her "freak" friends. I was relieved, and ecstatic to be invited back, and was eager to go. Penny had rung me and given me the good news. My memories of the last party were still fresh, and I was now getting hard at the mere thought of another fuck fest, like last time. I started to fantasize abou...
Once I reach the bottom of the stairs, I flip the light switch. I watch the lights flicker on. They continue to flicker illuminating the stonewalls and the torch lights. The scene is one of an old fashion dungeon torture chamber. All that’s missing is the screams of a victim, and that will come later today. As my eyes scan the room wondering how I wish to p...