Alison was stunning, that's obviously why I hired her. Yes I know that I'm a perverted pig. She was 19, petite and very sexy. I figured she'd flirt with the customers at the counter of my ice cream stand. She'd draw crowds of boys who would buy ice cream, drinks and snacks. But she didn't listen, she didn't follow the rules, so she ended up with a deliciousl...
The rope descended, thick and taut, from a hook fixed to a beam in the ceiling, its strands spiraling down, down, down to the place where her delicate, white fingers curled around it and gripped it tightly as she pulled herself up to relieve the pressure of the handcuffs on her wrists. The cuffs were attached to the rope with a metal ring placed just above...
My parents started teaching my brothers and me at a very young age the importance of helping others, though they stressed that helping wasn't necessarily limited to the less fortunate or the poor or the needy. Basically what they taught was that if someone was lacking an ability or resource that you possessed, the right thing to do was to offer it to them. W...
The phone was far more effective than the alarm clock. The shrill tone was enough to wake even a sound sleeper like my Master. Master's arm made me safe and contented and my aching nipples and ass were constant reminders that I had been well used the night before. I had been up for some times because of the discomfort before the phone rang. My restless hands...
I hate big box stores and I hate Target. I hate everything companies like this stand for. I hate the garbage they sell, the ethic of consumption they shove down societies throats, and I particularly hate the tentacles that trail behind them into the factories and sweatshops in far away lands where people who can't afford to even imagine the volumes of garbag...
Warning -this and later chapters describe William's participation in Pony play and describes heavy BDSM and pain scenes which may not be enjoyed by all readers. Do Not Read if you cannot handle this type of fantasy and please remember, it is fantasy. If you do not enjoy this story or any of my writings, I'm certain that there are thousands of other stories f...
A woman with a Death Wish, she's a female Equalizer. Continued from Chapter 1: Not moving, as if an immovable object, she stood her ground as if daring them and enticing them to attack. As soon as the first, two men stepped forward, were close enough to reach out for her, and grab her against her will, she took a step forward. Then, reaching out her hands...
We'd agreed to meet up for some fun, and Rachel arrived at my door. She was wearing the summer dress I'd bought her, and sneakers. I let her in, and we went through to the living room. "I meant to ask you," I asked, "what happened with the sexier panties?" "Well," she said, "they seem to like them, but not enough to justify the extra cost. It's still mostl...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by a fan who wishes to remain anonymous. Please read "Our Mid-Morning Tryst" for background info. *** We decide to spend a dirty weekend together, out of town. You tell your aunty that you will be visiting a friend on the weekend. My wife is away visiting her parents -- her father is unwell. My grown up kids are studyi...
Hi everyone! This one is going to be a little longer -- I'm moving halfway across the country (America, that is lol), and getting settled in to a new area, culture, job, and everything else different that comes with moving to a place that's almost the exact opposite of where I was. I wanted to give you all something that might take a little longer to read, a...