~The following is just a fantasy. Any actual names or likenesses to real persons or events in entirely unintentional and coincidental.~ Rain. Oh how I hate the rain. Only bad things have ever happened to me in the rain. Two years ago, when I was sixteen, My parents argued and decided to get divorced in the middle of a rain storm. However what happened in...
I'm not sure why I went to Club 216 that night. I'd joined months before but had gone only rarely. Joining put me on their e-mail list, though, and I kept seeing announcements go by of their semiannual beauty contest. It didn't pay much attention to it—or at least I didn't think I had—but that Saturday night found me there, just a couple of table rows away f...
This is a true story. As a result, the composition favours fact, over the conventions of a normal erotic tale. I dedicate it to every cross – dresser, who wonders where it might all lead to, and particularly those who have fantasised about being fucked. This is my story of turning fantasy into reality: Len had wrestled with his cross- dressing for years, u...
I stared at the table, blankly. I glared at the empty shot glass that had contained vodka. "What did I do to deserve this, huh?" The shot glass did not answer. I withdrew into my mind. A year ago, things had been perfect. My wife and I were gainfully employed. We loved each other dearly. Our friends said we were the perfect couple. We owned a small house...
Chapter 01 - The Job Silverton was like any other mining town on the West Coast, where all the youth of the town did was grow up and either work in the mine or leave as fast as they could. I was just like all of them who harboured that same dream and couldn't wait to escape when or if the opportunity ever came. There wasn't a day that went by when I didn't...
This is my first submission. I welcome any constructive criticism and feedback. Thanks! This is a work of fiction. I am not trying to under mind anyone's idea of a true D/s relationship. It is simple a story that popped into my head. Maggie paused as she opened the door to her last patient's room. She had heard during report that the young woman's cond...
The conversation in the cab on our way out the highway was sparse and tense. We discussed our projects, trying to joke through the obvious awkwardness, but my typical free-flowing chatter abandoned me as it always does when I'm hopelessly attracted to a person. I kept looking over at James' face as he drove the truck and catching him looking over at me. It s...
This new story is a little more drawn out than my other stories. I wrote it as a fantasy meeting for someone I'd really like to meet this way. I like to play "Daddy/Daughter" but obviously this story doesn't encourage actual incest. If this stuff isn't you're cuppa tea don't bother telling me about it. Waste of energy. If it is, please comment or email me an...
Rachel awoke on the morning of her Master's arrival, nervous and worried about how he'd perceive the state of both her and her flat, struggling to get out of the comfortable warmth of her bed, which felt so massive with just her in it she went and started to run a bath to start the preparation for the day ahead... Getting the oils ready she started running...
Chapter 3: Erotic Vegas Ballet at MOTHER'S OTHER PLACE Note: Chapters 1 and 2 introduced new Domme Goddess Nyx, her sub Sweet Cheeks, and their Las Vegas adventure at Mother's Other Place. * More electric energy bounced and built up as they waited for the show to start at Mother's Other Place, one of THE Femdom clubs in the country. So far, it had been a...