This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
Sometimes Rebecca just wore the boots to attract attention. She loved the way some men stared but tried to hide it, no matter how obvious it was. She sat at the bar slowly eating pretzels, one leg crossed over the other so her boot hung lazily to one side. These were the black, shiny ones. Black patent leather, nearly to the thigh, with laces all the way up...
"Yes, we'll be there... I know! I'm excited too!" That's how it all began. My wife of five years had volunteered us to spend the night at her parents' house, to somehow re-live her childhood for her mother who was going through some sort of life crisis now that her two oldest were grown and had moved out. Her mother and father, Shelly and Brad, had creat...
It was late afternoon when I drove past the public school in Pittsburgh, PA where I spent my early years. For nostalgia's sake, I stopped to see if any of my old teachers were still there. I found the doors open, so I walked inside through the corridors I recalled so well. I walked the old, familiar hallways of the first and second floor, but the building s...
Heather drove up and around the hill at the entrance to Lexington Villa. Red flowers on the right, and yellow on the left- it was exactly the same when she had made this drive nearly every day for over a year as Assistant Manager for the complex. She had really enjoyed that job. She loved the gossip; she loved knowing everyone's drama even if she never share...
Alex had cleared space on her busy calendar in order to leave work early. Clay had recently issued orders to meet him at a biker bar in the San Fernando Valley. She was not accustomed to taking orders, especially from an aggressive male, but there are exceptions to everything. Three nights ago, her relationship with a fellow realtor changed dramatically. C...
She was nearly naked! Of course, she had on the standard hotel maids pinafore type outfit with the little half apron, but it was unbuttoned to the waist and with her huge, glorious tits filling all of the front of the fabric and the incredible round globes mashed together down the opened button-front, it was clear there was no bra anywhere inside there! As...
There is an art to sharing these stories that I haven't quite mastered yet. How much detail is too much, how much is too little? How relevant is the backstory, or is the backstory just filler before the fun? The backstory to the beginning of this tale is long. It involves a semi-friendship, friendly and not-so-friendly gambling, and a fair amount of alcohol...
Elie, a very sexy French commodities broker, invited me over to his apartment for the evening. We'd been dating for a couple of months and I chose my lingerie carefully, as I was definitely planning to be stripped down to it after a while. I went with red lace- a bra and a matching thong. Elie told me that we would play "slave", so I tucked my favorite pair...
I met him in the bar, right away I knew, I knew this one was special and that he was what I was looking for, which is strange because until that moment I had no idea I was looking. The music was blasting but at that moment I couldn't have told you if it was The Cruxshadows or Rammstein, every bit of my attention was on him. He was tall, I could tell he was...