Authors note: This story is about teasing, but it's also about relinquishing control and giving another person the responsibility for your own pleasure. It's about respecting another completely and absolute trust. It is NOT about control, or pain, or humiliation. I am not part of the BSDM community and I make no claims that this is how things happen within t...
Ch 1 Moonrise One of the great things about Mychelle's home that Tomm had not discovered yet was her backyard. Well, it wasn't really her backyard, but close enough that you didn't need an SUV to get there. In fact, all you had to do was walk out the back gate and bingo, you were in another world with its own lake and walking tracks. It even had a spooky se...
Her Halloween, A Trick or A Treat She kicked at the sand as she walked on the beach. Felt strange to her that it was so warm for the last day of October. Halloween, normally a chilly holiday built around spooky stories and trick or treating but not for her this year. This year was more of a treat. A business trip with perks. A few hours a day, listening to...
"If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween." -Douglas Coupland *** About one thing Jo was certain: She absolutely did not want to go into that house. But here she was walking up to it anyway. A jack o'lantern's flickering face peered from the window as she approached, and she paused with...
You are sitting at home on Halloween, debating whether to go to a party that a friend of a friend is hosting. You want to party, but small chat isn't what you are hoping for tonight. You keep scanning the Lit forums, searching for a new post and more stimulation. You read some more stories, as you lightly stroke your hard on. You are alone, so are not afraid...
Next time I’ll check the memo. I hate memos. They never say anything. There’s usually a dozen a day to read, sort, and file. And they get lost. That’s what I did with the Halloween memo. Actually, I probably threw it away. Without reading it. If I had read it, it would have reminded me of the annual Halloween costume event at work. Everyone was to wear a...
Greg heard the cursing first. He was dumping Halloween candy into a large bowl on the kitchen counter, with half an eye on the game on the TV, when 'damn bastard' filtered through the room. It was followed quickly by 'you ass' and 'I'm going to cut off your dick'. Curious, he carried the bowl with him to the front windows, where he pulled back on one of th...
This story is dedicated to Faye Skylark - the inspiration for this story and a terrific fellow author. All characters in this story are aged 18 or above. Part 01 (Faye Does Halloween) "Trick or treat!" Faye sang out as the door opened. The supercute brunette flashed the householder a huge smile as she held out a small plastic bowl, shaped like a pumpkin,...
It is Halloween. I am very tired. I just want to go home and rest. And maybe hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. I walk out of the building. Sam Smith walks up beside me. He is one of the nicer fellows from the engineering group. I enjoyed his company at lunch sometimes. He asks, "Mattie, Do you want to go to a Halloween party tonight at the Eastside Inn?...
*Author's Note - this is a story that has sex in it, but it is not immediate and is not the main plot. The places and music are real. Any story similarities to real persons alive or otherwise aside from the two main characters would be just coincidence.* * * * * * Dear Journal, have you been actually listening to me all these years? After what happened to...