The move to our new house was virtually complete. We'd moved in almost 4 weeks ago and the last of the boxes had been sorted. Laura had just left to go shopping and left me the task of putting a few small boxes of old photographs away in the attic. I sat on the edge of the bed in the spare room, the boxes at my feet. Temptation overtook me and I opened the n...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
Ok this is my first story on this site, all I ask for is a fair criticism on what you guys think both of the story itself and my writing. Any tips or advice would be appreciated. Regards, NiceGuyA11ways * Running in sand sucks, seriously, not only does sand not support your weight all that well, but it sucks your feet in and slows you down and makes it tw...
An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as "The Mad Bitch," is retrained during a weekend "Wilderness Bonding Experience" and turned into a submissive slave, lily. Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story involves a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn't your preferred genre, you might want to skip this sto...
Dr. Phasia Somers stepped into the glass elevator and pressed the button for the 113th floor. The doors slowly closed out the chill that permeated the evening air, and the lift rose. He turned around, put his hands on the rail, and watched the ground disappear. The sun was still setting over Pax-Termini, but the city lights were already awakening beneath the...
I sat at the table silently looking over the photograph oblivious to everything around me. The photo was quite incredible, a very high quality glossy with a perfectly focused image looking professionally composed. If I didn't know better I would have sworn it was taken in a high class studio. The subject of the photo looked like a model, but I knew it wasn't...
First Master – Breaking in the Bed The house was enormous! Everything about it was big; big rooms, big screen big tubs... big bed... There was an indoor pool, a dining hall, and a room which her Master called the "love room". The room was lit dimly and was covered in Persian-looking cushions. She was instructed to stay in the bedroom while the staff was on...
My name is Dr. Susan P. Sharp and until last year, I was a practicing family therapist with over thirty years of clinical and private practice in marital and family counseling. I was formerly an adjunct professor at Rutgers Graduate School of Social Services and still lecture practicing counseling professionals. Before I retired last year, and except for my...
We don't get a lot of customers at Logan Books. The store is a dusty affair with dark wooden stacks. Dust dances in the air when light shines through the dirty windows. A book called Kama Sutra sits open on the shelf in front of me. The photograph shows the woman on top, her back arched, hair swinging, mouth agape, nipples erect, suspended in pleasure. He cu...
Your first walk down these hall brings you to a small but not entirely cramped room, in front of you is a choice, two separating doors going both right and left, you assume that to progress through this dungeon and to find its eventual end that you would have to choose one of these starting points, of course there cannot be a guarantee that both of these eve...