Author's note: In the interest of full disclosure, this story is a modified version of a story titled 'The Fourth Rule' that I posted several years ago but I've since removed from the site. That story was always in the wrong category, as pointed out by several readers, and I have made changes throughout to include a heavily revised the ending that will allow...
Part 1 Well, how can I put it? I'm finally living my dream. It's rapidly turning in a nightmare, but my dream nonetheless. My name is Mariam, I live in the city. Twenty four years old, just finished fashion school. Currently I'm single, and I stay in an apartment in the center of town. I've always like sewing and designing clothes, with a keen eye on the r...
This is not a quickie, dear readers. It is a purposefully slow burning; a slow building story that takes place between two human beings – not two sex dolls throwing themselves at each other at the drop of a hat. This first section is only build-up, but I would hope that you enjoy the development of the characters and the situation, so as to find sensual plea...
[Everyone in this story is over twenty-five years old] *** Robertson Russell waved at his annoyed fiancée down on the dock. "Robbie, only fags go on cruises with their moms" Bonita had said crisply. Silly girl. Though Robertson had been a little faggy for his Mummie from time to time. What cute heels Bonita had! Mummie had a pair about an inch higher.....
Of all my friends as I was from December, so my 18th was the last one, everyone else, including my girlfriend, has already turned 18. As a birthday presents, my parents were going to take me for a trip in Europe to see some stuff I was really interested in, like tank museum in Bovington or the Mercedes museum. That was really nice, but that meant I wouldn't...
First timer - feedback welcome! ***** The night air was cool against his skin, but he hardly felt it. Perhaps it was his rapidly beating heart that made him feel like he was on fire, fingers still tingling as they yearned to reach out and take possession. All he knew was that he needed to move, to get away before something happened. Something that could ne...
A/N: Thank you for reading all the way to the end, hope you enjoyed the whole thing. This work was sponsored by my Patreon; if you'd like to support my next story, you can go there to pledge and to see the full, uncensored version of Fuck The DC Universe/My Week With Everyone, complete with illustrations. ***** When he woke, it was late in the evening. H...
Cool air?? I want to pull my blanket around me. I must have rolled over in my sleep and lost it. I don't want to wake up. It's too early. I go to reach out for where I guess my blanket is and discover I can't. I feel unyielding steel rub the sides of my wrists and ankles, hear the little clink sound of links of chain as I try to move. My arms are behind my...
As always, thanks to all who give meaningful feedback. I enjoy emailing with you. Sorry, no sex, just the aftermath. Haitian proverb: Do not insult the alligator until you have crossed the river. + + + + Sometimes you just can't tell whether your luck is good or bad. It was Saturday morning. I backed out of my driveway, headed to Home Depot to pick up so...
"Your first kill should be done slowly. Otherwise things can get pretty messy." I explained to Kristin a few days later as we walked through the park, watching for the right targets to suit us both. Kristin had only ever had my blood and the blood I had bought from Jackson but it was enough to get her addicted to the only thing besides water and alcohol she...