Prologue: This an continuation of the Kink Initiation story about a couples introduction into the world of Kink through a visit to a Kink B&B. On the drive up to Santa Rosa to visit our friends Marsha and Tom, Susan sat quietly occasionally snuggling up close to me. We continued making small talk and avoiding talking about the earlier night's adventure. "...
"Do you know what next Saturday is?" Lara Oleski, standing in the doorway to my empty classroom. School over for the day. I look up from my desk where I am correcting papers – sophomore essays on Flannery O'Connor. Struck again by how damn nubile she is. The sweet curve of her teen-aged breasts beneath her white uniform blouse, the grey pleated skirt and h...
She had fucked it up. Mia trotted through her home, ducking to avoid the 'low' doorways, and settled before her tv. She couldn't settle on anything and left it on a random documentary, though her mind stamped any information out, too caught in what had transpired with Rhona. No one had denied her like that, or at all, since this ridiculous growth spurt start...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** London, 1894 "Ah, Emily my dear, so glad you could make it," Dr. Prott smiled as he motioned her into the room. "Thank you, sir, of course," she stuttered, eyes briefly taking in the other six men in the room. She felt the heat begin to rise in her cheeks again and s...
Recap: Aria, a high-school nobody, sneezes and discovers universe altering time powers. So, what else does she do with them but to pull pranks, gain popularity, steal, have sex, and accidentally commit an act of terrorism? As it stands, our hero is juggling a few different issues - her sex tape was recorded and spread online by popular girl and nemesis Laure...
A cold rain fell in the great sluggish river and rooftops of Budapest turning them to gleaming black masses like the backs of immense beetles under the amber lights. Among these sleek boxes walked a woman in a long black coat that glistened with rain. The face rimmed by her shiny red hair was youthful yet severe, pouting with indignation at the weather and t...
Hotels. Luxury hotels. What do I love about them? God, I know it isn't phallic, their sleek shapes, rising into the sky. I'm not that immature. Am I? It isn't uncommon for me to go to a nice hotel, either here in the city with one of my boytoys, or in a faraway city when I'm traveling with my husband, which isn't common at all. But a giant den of luxury and...
I will start this story by debunking a few false facts about God. These are by no means important to the story, as the story itself relates to the fortunes, adventures and perils of a young woman turned demonically possessed hermaphrodite. But God played a role in it all and thus some clarity would be nice. First, God abhors fate. God is very barely capabl...
"Why Martha, your husband is becoming quite the handsome man!" "Of course, he drinks three glasses of Milktec Milk every day! It helps with diet and the mind. He's never been a better husband!" "Milktec can do all that?" "And more! It's the only beverage clinically approved for heart health!" "I should go buy some Milktec Milk right now!" "Save a glass...
This story is a piece of fictionalized reality. Some of it is true, though a lot of it is embellished. What is certainly true, however, is that it was a very hot date. * * * The streets were slick with cold October rain and a malevolent wind blew through the city. The kind of soul-rending wind you only get in the far north. Had it been anyone else, I would...