Amanda flattened herself against the wall, ducking out of sight of her quarry. This was ridiculous. This isn't who I am, I swear. Amanda was the sane girlfriend: she respected boundaries, didn't go through her boyfriend's phone or messenger, didn't stalk him on social media, and didn't warn other girls to 'stay away from her man'. She was an enlightened, ope...
This chapter ends the mini saga of Jack, though not the story. It contains scenes of bondage, discipline, oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, regular sex, and good old fucking. STD's don't exist in this fantasy. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 37 - Jack's Back, Pt 2 SCOTT None of us had much sleep the night Jack shot up our house, but the others could sleep; I had to...
Margery Downing had just arrived at station 2112 to review her next case as public defender she became accustomed to dealing with a high volume case load and at the spur of the moment she could be given any case at any moment but little did Margie know how this next case would effect the rest of her life. The pretty attorney sipped coffee while Detective Sid...
((Special thanks to J Swafford for creating the Body-Shifters premise. This is a self-contained story, but it might help to read J Swafford's Body-Shifters first.)) please direct hate mail to the address in my profile. * It was difficult to say which of them was more foolish. The hitch-hiker or the guy who picks her up? These days, either or both could be...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * Calista awoke early to prepare for her former Mistress Roxanne's visit. They spoke on the phone yesterday and Roxie said she would...
The room reminded Jean of a meat locker. The floor, through spic and span and polished to a sheen, was sturdy tile with shower drains at regular intervals. Designed to be hosed down. It gave the room an air of degradation that Jean wasn't sure if she liked. The architecture was marble, with the right wall dedicated to a line of vanities that would be the e...
"A memory is what is left when something happens, and does not completely unhappen." -Edward DeBono 1 "Has anyone seen Vic?" "Nope; not me Mom." "Ne neither." "No? Vanessa, Veronica; neither of you? How about you Vance? Didn't you guys walk home together?" "No Mom. We stopped walking home together." "What? When the Hell did that start?" "Like a cou...
When Margie's mother moves into the neighborhood, the two woman devise a plan to turn her young groom into the perfect pussy sucking husband. (Fdom, huml, Cuck,) *** The Marital Bed *** Billy lay back in the king size bed, his stiff cock buried up his pretty little wife's warm velvet pussy. His hands rested on her full lush hips, the pleasing curves pulsi...
"Honey, I need you in here," came the call over the security speaker. Bobby paused from dusting the crystal and walked down the long hallway lined with one-of-a-kind impressionistic paintings from some of Europe's greatest artists. A minute later he knocked gently and waited for the door to open. "I just got off the phone. The girls will be joining us at...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...