Alyssa sat quietly in one of Manhattan's more fashionable steakhouses as she watched her Master slice off a thin piece of meat and raise it to his mouth. Alyssa wasn't her real name of course, it was the name her Master had given her, but she liked to think it suited her quite well. Even better than her given name. She was waiting silently with her hands in...
Mike's an actor. He travels a lot to various TV locations and theatres all over the country. He's got a gig in a repertory theatre in Brighton for three months playing a major part in Chekov's 'The Cherry Orchard.' A fellow actor has recommended a guest house, run by an attractive Spanish woman, known as Rosa. He checks in and pays his deposit and then goes...
My head drops into my hands. I'd prefer a hole in the ground but this will have to do. "Where to, love?" I drag myself back upright and rest my head on the window. The cold glass feels good on my face, hot with frustration. I realise I haven't even told the driver where to take me. "Onslow Gardens please." "South Kensington?" "Yes please." Get in the c...
Rachel and Mike had a strange married relationship. You wouldn't believe how strange. They were certainly the weirdest married couple I've ever met. And yet somehow, despite all appearances to the contrary, it seemed to work. Let me tell you something about their story and, more particularly, what happened when I met them. To begin with, let's go back to Oc...
[Setting the scene: the events of this chapter take place as the Rohirrim ride to Gondor. Éowyn has defied King Théoden's orders twice: first by disguising herself as a man named Dernhelm in order to join the ride, and second by inviting Meriadoc to come with her. Only Marshal Elfhelm is aware of Dernhelm's true identity. The leader of the Drúedain is guidin...
Literally popped this one out this morning in one take. It likely shows, but I just needed to get something finished. I have so many more complex stories in process, this was a breath of fresh air. It's a continuation of Christine's First Day on the Job. A heavy, free-use theme, I'll put it in fetish, though it leans on exhibitionism, too. All fictional cha...
Chapter One- Good morning, my lady From its perch high in the sky, the blazing sun bought colour down onto all. The birds sung the sweet song of a Saturday morning and the neighbour was kind enough not to mow his lawn at the crack of dawn. None of that mattered, of course, because the Ainsworth family kept their blinds closed until mid morning. Quinnvile...
The chair was screwed securely to the wood floor. I was handcuffed to that chair, fully dressed, my hands behind the back and each of my legs was cuffed to the chair legs. I had a ball-gag in my mouth. I'm Estafastan Morgonovitch (but call me 'Stan'). Arriving home, I'd found a 'trail' of woman's clothes leading to our master bedroom, which I followed. Bu...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Stallion at Stud Rain pelted my coat as I thunde...
Hi folks. My name is Joe Cockburn. I live in Benalmadena, a holiday resort at the Costa del Sol in Spain. I am the local rep for Thomas Crook. I love my job. It gives me the opportunity to meet gorgeous young women. Many of them want more from their holidays than just a dark tan! Let me tell you what happened last weekend, on my free Saturday. It is early a...