The wine trickles loudly. In fact, it sounds just like the word - trickle. It irritates me. The purple liquor sounds to state it's natural, innocuous state of being: just something that trickles. Meanwhile, I am left with an unnatural, corrupting eagerness to empty the entire goblet into my mouth and down my throat. It should do the trick. It has to. With...
"Great, just my fucking luck." John stood next to the shredded tire on the front of his car, it was raining and the middle of the night and worse yet, Corvettes didn't come with spares. He hit the flashers and started walking cursing the bad luck he was having tonight, his car charger had disappeared and his cell phone was dead so he had no choice but to fin...
I was working for a mid size restaurant company ( I can't tell you the name or type of food or you would immediately know who it was ) . I was the manager on duty one night and doing a final check of everything before I left. I checked the hot line to make sure all the equipment was turned off and then I went to the back dock to make sure the gate was secure...
This is a continuation of a story, "Exploitation of a Housewife", written by "A Cracker Slut" in 2002. This is what was told to me by Fay the central character in this true story. This chapter follows the events depicted in the original story, part 1 & 2. In general, Fay is blackmailed by Bill to be his slut slave. A number of embarrassing events take place,...
Fetishes: ass, latex, buttjob, rebel, ass sniffing, ass licking, rubber Tags: bad girl, vigilante, Spiderman, Black Cat, Felicia, Felicia Hardy, superhero, supervillain Felicia leaned closer to check if her face was concealed by the mask she was wearing. Perfect. She could see nothing apart from part of her cheeks and the slash of red which was her mouth....
We met online, and as luck would have it, we lived in the same city. During our second chat, I invited Matilda out to dinner. She accepted, and we arranged to meet at The Old Federal the next evening. The Old Federal was a heritage-listed pub that had been tarted up to attract the well-heeled mob, who liked the adventure of slumming it on the edges of a rec...
We were going on another "hotel date." We'd get a nice suite, and have a weekend get-away close to home. Chas had his license suspended again, so I picked him up. He just had a small bag, and we were ready to leave. I noticed him slip something inside my purse, but I didn't say anything. We went to the hotel, and checked in, then got ready to go out for the...
The streets were silent. I walked alone, allowing my auburn wavy hair to be blown in the wind. The leather of my coat bounced of my thighs, irritating me slightly. But I ignored this and continued to seek out my victim. I hadn't fed tonight, and the Blood Lust was overwhelming. And wasn't Los Angeles just the perfect place to seek a victim? They were all a...
NOTE: This part continues a series where a willing sub slut has signed a contract to be used over a weekend by her master and anyone who he wishes. He has set-up a series of scenes in an old abandoned dirty hospital. Please read part one for this to make sense! * - - - * The door slammed shut behind her, and the clear sound of a bolt being slid across to...
Any feedback would be appreciated as this is my first story submission. "I'm dying" "You're dying?" "I'm dying. It's something you, being a stubborn prude that you are, wouldn't understand. A mans' needs." Twenty-nine year old, Jack, grinned from behind the desk. He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up onto the desk. "Prude! Why you..." Jenna...