Chapter 4 : The Interview James sat on the simple wooden chair beside the desk, his wrists still cuffed behind him. A uniformed officer stood beside the door, ignoring him. Her tailored and laundered uniform contrasted with the shabby surroundings. Her jet black pencil skirt showed no speck of dust, her short sleeved shirt bright white, pressed and cut to...
Prolog I met a borracho in a bar and we fell into a deep discussion of cosmic matters. He claimed to have exhausted his funds on a one-way bus ticket into town. For many years, he’d been promising himself a trip to our little city, apparently. Why anyone would want to come here-anyone not an engineer or bureaucrat affiliated with the aerospace contractors t...
Note: This story is the ninth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that...
Feedback and suggestions always welcome. This is a continuation from chapter 24, read the note below to catch up. The next four chapters will consist of one long story line, so make sure you follow along if you want to enjoy the story to it's fullest. * * * * * Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your commun...
The opening day for the Riemer Clinic/Studio was a spectacular success. Jane's dance performance capped off a great open house. As much as the tours through the pristine facility were memorable to the crowd, with Jim, Dr. Anderson, Victoria, Harry, and Jane proudly showing off Riemer Studios & Health Clinic, along with the delicious catering via Victoria's c...
In the middle of the night, Becky sits up quickly in bed. Rubbing sleepy eyes to clear them, her ears tune to the silence of the night and strain to hear whatever it is that awakened her. There is nothing but stillness and absolute silence. Not even the tiniest chirp from a cricket. All too familiar—this nightly ritual—every night for the past week or so be...
If the next chapter is a little longer than usual in making its appearance, please don't worry (or start cheering, depending on your opinion of the story). I haven't stopped writing, but while I will likely have plenty of time to write chapters in my head, I may not have as much time to sit and type them out for a bit. For those who like the chapters posted...
Ok, maybe exploded was an exaggeration. It would be more appropriate to say that the door accelerated with great haste from its designated and proper place in the doorway, and upon discovering that one of the current members of the room was obstructing its flight path, it in a great fit of rage at its long awaited dreams of flight being interrupted, flew int...
The candles on Lauren's dining room table were lit. She had rice and broccoli on two separate plates, an open space left for the salmon that had a few more minutes to cook. She checked it once more before closing the oven and running to her bedroom in just her stockings, garter belt and mesh black panties with red lace trim designed to look like roses. Her l...
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