As I lay naked under my covers I curl up into as tight of ball as I can get myself into. My mind doesn't know where to take me. There is a battle raging within me, as I fall into a fitful slumber. As I hope to wake refreshed and begin with a new outlook on life. Through my closed eyes I can see the bright sunlight shining down upon me. Sometime during the n...
The west wind was wandering that night. She could hear it approaching through the silken leaves that were paper-thin and pale green with early spring. The moon lit everything around her silver, making artistic black and whites of every image. Grass tickled and caressed her toes as she twirled around, arms spread, reveling in the beauty of this night. Her sli...
The day started out innocently enough, just a dreary, overcast spring weekend morning helping my friend Steve and his wife Jessica move. My friends had been married three years and were moving from a starter home in Voorhees, N.J., to a larger single family house being built several miles away in Mount Holly. Unfortunately, the sale of house number one was...
Jenny first caught my eye at the gym. It was leg day, for her. She was doing lunges over in the corner with two sets of mirrors coming together, giving herself a good view of her form. And her form was spectacular. She is a tiny little thing, maybe 5 foot, 3 inches. Beautiful, silky red hair, falling past her shoulders when not up in her gym-typical pony t...
A Chapter from "The Club on Dorado Cay" Our Story: Blonde, buxom, thirty-something Kim, about to spring a surprise divorce on her philandering lawyer husband, has been kidnapped by a white slaver and sold to The Club on Dorado Cay. A highly secret and exclusive establishment on a remote Caribbean island, The Club maintains a stable of captive women for the...
What a long day! I am so glad this week is over. Hannah placed the pen she was holding down on the yellow legal pad that lay on her desk. She straightened the pad so that it laid directly center on the desk blotter and then she twisted the pen so that it was perpendicular to the blue lines on the pad. It was a gesture she did every Friday afternoon. Like her...
"What more do you want from me!" Nick shouted from down the hallway, slamming his fist hard on the bedroom door. "Tell me!" Jennifer wasn't about to turn around. She kept walking, faster, harder, until she reached the arched kitchen doorway when the anger in her husband's voice exploded beyond what she could bear. This was it. She was through with playing...
Before the week was out, Jane had done two more jobs for Charlie. The first one was in total contrast to the one she did with George. Charlie called her during her morning round. "Hi, Jane, Room 216, room service, £50. ASAP." She confirmed it and quickly finished off the room she was doing. She used the bathroom to wash up and tidy her hair and make up. At...
This story is purely fictional. This is also my very first real attempt at writing a story involving a female dominant and a male submissive. I heard the keys jangling as they slid into the lock, I knew that my Mistress had returned home from a long hard day of work and before the lock even clicked I had assumed the position, on my knees, hands at my sides...
Thank you, Erik Thread for your editing skills and suggestions, particularly with the ending of this story. This is part three of a three part story. The story is finished. Chapters are posted on the site about every day, which means the entire story will have been posted before the first part appears on the list of new stories. People seldom step outside o...