One summer when I was an 18 year old teenager living at home back in the early 80s, my parents told me that my sister had arranged for an acquaintance of hers to come live with us for the summer. I was never really clear on the exact reason for this, but apparently the girl was having some issues with her parents. I don't even think my sister really knew her...
It was the middle of the night when I awoke to the buzz of my phone. I was tired, only for a second, before I realized who it might be. Sure enough, a text from Brad read "Wake up. Lets play ;)" A smile crept across my face. My nipples hardened. It was days since my last text from my mysterious master. I tore off my bed sheets, revealing my naked body unde...
(Three things before I start this twisted tale. First, I started this over on my Patreon page and I wanted to thank my awesome patrons for supporting my stories. Second, I want to give credit to the one and only Incase for the cover art which I swiped from his comic Spicing Things Up. Finally, if the cover art isn't warning enough, take note of the category...
The night air was pleasant, in contrast to the hot temperature earlier during the day, and Sally had just arrived at the alley to meet her lover. Damian was awake; it was as if he was waiting up for her. He was almost done smoking a cigarette when he heard the familiar sound of her footsteps; he quickly eyed her walking towards him. This was the signal for...
"What are you wearing?" asked Tom. Since their heated romance began two weeks earlier, the young man had asked Angelina that same sexual foreplay question over the telephone a number of times. On this occasion, however, his tone was different, and far less attractive. He sounded desperate, nervous and clingy. "Ugh! Will you please stop?" answered an annoy...
"I kind of understand, Mr. Aycock, but not really." Cres smiled hesitantly at Wart, her boss. He was a great guy. Cressida Palmer, christened for the vehicle in which she was conceived, struggled to understand her employer. "Please, Cres, call me Wart." He smiled, and offered her some Earl Grey. They were an awkward pair sitting in his big parlor. "That'...
Enslaved in Berlin, Horace's miniscule remains of dignity, were once again taken to their lowest reserve as an audience of women including his sadistic Mistress and the fur clad Frau Luckner, gave spiteful applause at Heidi's demonstration of both her physical and sexual superiority over him, on the polished gymnasium-like floor of the upper room. He'd quick...
Loudon and Jeanelle Gaskin waved at their baby sister as she walked down the hall of the big law firm. "Make us proud, Breck, baby." Jeanelle called. The legal secretaries of their formerly white-trash family had been enriched by this amazing place... Juanda, Riva and Desna, Breckyn's great aunts were "document specialists" whatever that meant, and had rec...
My name used to be Samantha. I don't think I have a name anymore, though. Maybe just a title, or some kind of file number used to keep track of me. I can't be sure, as my masters do not speak my language. Even if I could tell them my name, I doubt they would listen. They are very strict in their use of me, and they consider my needs very little. I have come...
There are rumors that have been passed down through the generations regarding a local cemetery in Lucas Ohio, Mt. Olive cemetery, and it is said to have been the site of a hanging in the late eighteen hundreds. The victim, a supposed witch, known by most locals as Mary Jane, or Bloody Mary, was actually Mary Jane Hendrickson, a spinster who had lived her ent...