I was naked, barefoot, sexually excited and my wrists were bound behind my back. Meanwhile, Mistress Barletta was dressed charcoal-colored tweed and she sat in her chair with the imperious air of a queen presiding over her kingdom. "Has she been processed by Doctor Ponder?" Mistress Barletta asked, and I immediately fell in love with her voice. She spoke wi...
Stuart and I were childhood sweethearts. We were both nothings at school. I sang in the choir and he played a bit of footy, mostly from the interchange bench. He was a year older than me and we didn't share any classes. The choir sang before the Grand Final in Stuart's senior year and the school team won! We were celebrating around the school oval that eveni...
This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our i...
**Please leave feedback, I legitimately love it and find it motivating to write more! Happy to receive direct comments as well if you prefer not to comment on an individual story :)** The previous evening we had spent Christmas Eve at my brother-in-laws house. It had been a nice gathering with family and friends, and no drama whatsoever. Being as we were go...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. To Belinda R...
"What the hell time do you call this, young lady?" Hank's Southern twang barked at Sarah from across the parking lot. She could feel his disapproving gaze as she stumbled hurriedly from the bus stop, and struggled to tie the apron around her waist. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She called as she trotted, removing her jacket and exposing her arms to the Texan w...
The rain had passed during the night. I woke to the sun peeking through the blinds and Meghan dreaming upon my shoulder. I ran my nose through her matted, blue hair, drinking in the aromas of old shampoo and the previous night's sweat. My hand crept beneath the tangle of blankets. No bra, the T-shirt I had lent her had ridden up to her bellybutton. I found...
Daisy was blushing profusely as she walked up to the door. Each step leading to it seemed to take forever as if she were in a dream, somehow slowing her steps regardless of the effort she put in. She couldn't quiet the voices in her mind. Did he know? How much did he know? Would he approve? Was he currently listening to these questions in her head? Was it al...
Chapter 7 Scene of the CrimeCarmen, barefoot and wearing cut-offs and an oversize Cal U. sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up, was curled up on the couch between her mother Mercedes, and her grandmother, Abuela, when her cell phone buzzed. They were watching an episode of the Ellen DeGeneres Show Mercedes had TIVO'd. Ever since she had come to terms with h...
Kimberly and I finally had the house to ourselves and we took full advantage of it. In order to save money, our daughter Joslyn lived at home while she attended the local university. She had worked her way through school, most recently as a waitress. Upon her recent graduation, she interviewed for several jobs and received a very good offer. With the money s...