Fetish also fetich (fe-tish) 1. an object (as an idol or image) believed to have magical powers (as in curing disease) 2. an object of unreasoning devotion or concern 3. an object whose real or fantasized presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification. ------The Merriam Webster Dictionary * Sara and I, two American ex-pats, live by the rhy...
[Thanks to Willow for inspiration.] "Mrs Rupnar, can you come out back for a second? "I'm sorry, I just needed to say this so nobody else would overhear. I'm afraid your card has been declined. "Insufficient funds". Have you any other means of payment... cash, cheque? "I see. Obviously, we have a problem here. You're a good customer of ours, and we wouldn...
An sadomasochistic, erotic story in the first person where Deepak Kumar lured a girl he knows into a kind of erotic torture chamber, called "The Snuggery", in his house, and takes considerable pride in meticulously planned Sex which is described in minute detail that will awaken any woman's sexual passions Most of the story takes place in a room in a house...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * Al-Kharijah is a wealthy principality that has, on occasion, aroused the envy of rival kingdoms who accordingly have invaded our land. It is for this reason that all of our boys are trained as warriors, for a strong army is our main defense. During the course of the fighting, a lowborn soldier may prove to be as val...
The doctor’s office was a genteel and sophisticated place. It was carpeted with a soft, plush fabric, soothingly colored in blue and green. The walls were pasteled in a subtle yellow. Music from a lite radio station was piped in through the invisible speakers. Soft cushioned couches were spread throughout the reception area, facing a long, blond-wooden r...
You're in the kitchen cooking dinner wearing your red robe. I just came back from work. I see you from behind, sneak up on you and cover your eyes. I say, 'Knock Knock!', your hands grab my waist from behind and you pull me closer. You say, 'Who's there?' I say 'Oh you,' You turn around and look at me. 'Oh you who?' I gently whisper into your ears, 'Oh you l...
My story isn't conventional. Nor is it something that is told on a day to day basis in this world of fear and repression. It is a story told with whip and chain. The paper made of flesh, the words prepared with blood. It is a soliloquy of bondage. Bondage of the mind, the flesh and the soul. It is a whisper in the corner of a club, a search on the internet,...
From the files of Cleo: Young Wife: Ruined Chapter 3 After she left Scott at the park, I waited for a while before I heard Joy drive up. She came in trying to keep her head turned to the side, but I could see her face was still red with excitement and her lips were swollen. She headed directly for the bedroom. "Everything okay, darling," I asked as she c...
I spent all morning striving to soothe my guilt by fixing Rob's favorite dish, Lasagna. I got it all ready to go except for putting it in the oven, and then went to get pretty for my returning husband. As I dashed on perfume and slipped into a short skirt and heels, I tried putting the past few days out of my mind. Somehow, I had to get over my obsession wit...
Dr. Smith struggled to wakefulness against the lingering remnants of the drug that had knocked him out. It was like his entire body was being weighed down by something that wanted him to sleep. Bit by bit he was able to pull himself out of dead sleep and into more of a druggy haze. Dr. Smith took inventory of his surroundings. He was naked, except for a l...