Chapter 3 --book-- Teagan didn't sleep much that night, she kept hearing Candace's voice in her head. There was no doubt now that Professor Jackson knew exactly who she was. Sitting up she wiped the sleep from her eyes and trudged to the shower. She grimaced when she saw her face in the mirror, her eyeliner smudged and her cheeks paler than normal. Grabbin...
You find your self in a dark place but you don't remember how you got there.You stumble through the darkness with arms out stretched so you don't bump into anything but you feel nothing but empty space, then freeze when you hear voices but you can't make out what thay are saying, you think of it like being a room full of people taking at the same time? Sudde...
This story is written for a woman, in the form of a man telling a story. It was originally an actual chat I had with the most amazing girl I ever met. She had been visiting the Northeast, but eventually had to go back. We keep in touch, sometimes talk about our desires, and sometimes I chat a story to which she masturbates. Her big turn-ons are sex in public...
The wooden ceiling fan with the fake gold plating pushed the air down from the ceiling. The air that night was standing still outside. A yellow-orange incandescent light bulb flickered each time that the refrigerator turned on the compressor. The little living room had a low couch and an arm chair. Neat books were lined up in a shelf. The car key for a secon...
She had painted herself white. As she stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her handy work, she became vividly aware of the intense scent and gentle sting of greasepaint for the first time. It stirred something unknown in every inch of her flesh. At one point she must have been thinking Geisha? Suddenly, that seemed trite. Cliché. But now wher...
Frostbite A Silky Adventure "Silky?" George's warm breath whispered me awake. "Wha...huh?" I'm generally very articulate in the mornings, but after my medications. "We've had a winter storm. Not usual at all, but they called me and said some pipes froze and burst at the office. I've got to run check on it, but I'll be back. You and the Viking Princess ca...
I'm bent at the waist, my torso resting comfortably on a padded pedestal, my breasts dangling. My hands bound behind my back with thick leather cuffs, a length of rope connecting my wrists to the leather collar adorning my neck, forcing me to arch my back. You reach down and grasp my right ankle bringing it up to hook to my wrist restraints, leaving me per...
10. The Raid Sati sent us downhill, closer to the compound. Her timing was preternaturally exact because from the trail we walked, on its closest approach to the compound, Stu watching through the drone's camera via his smartphone said "Front door's open." The man who purchased Taylor from Sati two days ago had fallen unconscious in that doorway, blocking...
I wake up to giggling. I look up from my dog's bed on the floor to see Sasha staring down at me, accompanied by a young woman I can only guess was a friend. The collar on my neck, and the chain connecting it to the leg of Sasha's bed, feel heavier than ever. "Does he actually wake up like this every day?" the new girl asks, grinning. She has long braided ha...
Chapter 11 - Epilog On the flight north and at the hotel Katie had booked for him, Travis had lots to think about. He hated leaving but as his thoughts of Katie transitioned to that of looking forward to seeing Rachel after so many months. His time with Katie had been just what he needed. He needed to unwind after his hike. He needed to act on his submissiv...