Note to reader: My last entry, "One Glass of Wine?" was not very good. That was partly because it was hastily prepared in fantasy mode. This version, "One Glass of Wine, Revisited" (without a question mark) is, I think, better and here is why. The first was fiction, with things added that I would like to see done to me. But that is not up to me, so in this s...
POLE TIE 1 I would like to relate one of my earliest experiences with self bondage. I was 19 and visiting my grandmother for a few days. She had gone to the store so I was alone in the house. Her basement was divided by a curtain; the laundry room on one side and a sitting room/bedroom on the other side. In the laundry room side were three tables lined up...
Author's Note: Greetings fellow lover of erotic fiction. This is my Holiday 2018 Contest entry. Please take the time to enjoy all the entries. They're really pretty great. This is a work of fiction. It would be best if you just suspend disbelief and enjoyed it. This is a work of fantasy. Time is compressed. This is a short story by Lit standards; just u...
It was the night before Christmas and you know how the story goes, usually nothing stirs not even a mouse. This year it was different. This year Goddess Delphina and her new boy Tim had decided to go on vacation. She had rented out a private beachfront home on the North Shore of Kauai in Hawaii. The house that they had rented for Christmas was a two bedroom,...
Prologue Laura Lake and her junior assistant Johnny Jordan were reporters for the Metro Star News published in St. Louis and had been on an undercover assignment in the small Mid-Eastern country of Arabica. As the result of being set up, they had both been captured during a trip to a remote desert by slave traders. Because both Lara and Johnny possessed so...
Confusion descended on me again. Where did the Viagra come from, I asked. She began to ride me a little more quickly. "Pete, I'm sorry, but this feels so fucking good, having your stiff cock inside me, with the steel rings rubbing my pussy in and out. I'm going to ride you while I talk, OK?" "OK, OK, but just tell me where the Viagra came from – are you...
Copyright © 2016 BJ Gorson. All rights reserved. Chapter 3 A Room with a View Joanne walked gracefully, like a dancer. Proudly, like a princess. And, with her deliberately sensuous movements, just a bit wantonly, like a slut. How could one person be all these things simultaneously? Poised, cool and elegant, and sexy and provocative and - available. Must b...
Note: This is an innocent male bondage story. Though g-rated, it may be homoerotic to some and hits on various fetish interests like socks, smell torture, gags, cosplay, and of course lots of fun TUGs humiliation. Neighbor Boys Shoot a Spiderman Bondage Home Movie ( mmmm/m ) It was a warm summer morning. The pavement of the culvesac at Dove Trail Circle w...
The usual Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 8; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. That does not mean it is not real. But this is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This s...
She smiled down at me. I was sitting in the chair while she stood before me. "You know the rules," she said sternly. I swallowed hard and nodded to her. My mouth was already dry and the words came slowly, as they always did. "Please Mistress, hurt my cock and balls." She grinned. "There is no way for you to stop this once I start. You understand that, righ...