I was sitting on the couch, reading, when Rupert and his slave arrived. Marie, having been subject to Kelly's fussing had been washed, and forced into one of her new uniforms as soon as it was dry, and then did whatever she could to stay close to the front door. Despite that, Grace still managed to beat her to the front door when the bell rang. Rupert and...
Terri had a difficult day at school. As with most days, she was glad to get home and away from nosey girls and crude boys. She dropped her books on the table and made a quick sandwich. She was hungry. The day was sunny and warm as early June can be. She left the house and headed for her private spot in the woods. She loved this spot and would go there whenev...
WIC, short for „Weekly Image Captions“, is a project I started this year to post an image caption each week. The characters, scenes and kinks are often different from piece to piece but there are some reoccurring themes like Timestop and Mind-Control, since these are my own favorite kinks. Since March, it‘s possible to choose the character for an upcoming we...
Jul 21, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Seven Waking Up Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental....
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Miami, Florida March 21st Hands clapping together filled the room in sound, echoing through out the small walls. Behind the closed doors of the V.I.P. rooms to Disco Fever, a private birthday party was underway...
When I was 7 years old my mother kicked my father out of our home and our lives. Too much booze, too many loose women; mom understandably had enough. He knew he was wrong and so he didn't fight mom's decision. Just before he left he told me something that should have stuck with me, something I only remembered after my fuck up. He told me that you can do what...
Now what was I going to do? The question struck to my core. For months, I had been making pretty good money selling adult novelties in people's homes, much like Tupperware parties, except, well, not just anyone was invited. And this is what happens when you don't know your hostess. My husband, Steven, and I had needed some extra money, and a small article...
It startled her like a piano chord being struck in the silence, resonating until it faded away. There was a sudden breeze that arrived with it, a surprisingly heated breath in the cool autumn air. The heat penetrated her jeans and light jacket, and goosebumps appeared across her flesh with an accompanying tickling of her flesh. The breeze passed, but the sen...
(This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.) In my mind, it was better than winning the Lo...
Why does it seem I spend so much time writing eulogies? Michael Jackson, Steven Jobs and now Whitney Houston. I remember growing up in South Carolina. I was raised primarily by my great grandmother, a woman who was almost sixty when I was born. We lived in what was called a mill village. Back in the teens, twenties and early thirties, textile mills in the...