I grew up out in the country as a boy with my mother and 2 sisters. My dad was never around since he was always off working or as we found out some years later running around cheating. If we saw him at all it was on the weekends for a quick family outing to the mountains or park. Once in a while mom and dad would get all dressed up and go out to dinner. This...
John Wayne carried Diana Maitland up the stairs of his friend Ward's beach house, and to the master bedroom to take her in that big bed again. He didn't intend to let her out of it until she either relented to marry him or convinced him it was best for them to part, though he couldn't imagine how she could convince him of that! He set her down on the floor n...
Six months have elapsed since the events surrounding chapters 7-11, which all took place within about a week or two of one another. The reader is encouraged to read these previous chapters to understand the context of this chapter or Begin at Chapter 1 where their journey of submission, dominance and love first began The Cabin - Chapter 12 The Takeover Tr...
I'll Take Care of You -- Ch 01 The bus station was dark, dingy, and almost deserted when I finally gathered my courage and made myself get off the bus. I looked around, struggling not to let the tears brimming in my eyes fall. **************************************** I arrived alone, scared, and with barely three hundred dollars in my purse. I only knew o...
Apologies to H.P. Lovecraft, whose masterful writings served as the inspiration for this terrifying tale of macabre erotic horror... I. The Dreadful Machine The pen trembles as I write this with a shaking hand, an infinite sense of overwhelming dread stealing over my very bones as I await the inevitable end to stumble forth from the dead shadows to claim m...
The Feasting This bloodline was strong, I'd been warned for years and now felt it in the air as I approached the manor. They were secretly immigrants, as the mother was estranged sister to the Dutch Abraham Van Helsing. Her family exiled her when she was caught sleeping with a Paganist, and Britain has never been fond of foreigners. The father was a direct...
Disclaimer: I don't agree with any of the faux-feminism in this story. There is also no incest in this story, despite it being about a mother and a son. All my stories are like that. Also, there is some forced bi, and some bleaker aspects of humiliation. It's all in good fun, however, even if it seems dark. I hope you find it as sexy and fun as I did writing...
CHAPTER 1 Half an hour before dawn the unmelodic noise of raucous Kookaburras awoke Greta and she used a corner of a sheet to dab the light patches of perspiration between her breasts and under her chin before she dropped back to sleep in the cloying warmth of subtropical paradise. Paradise? The fading blonde ground out a hollow laugh before sleep retook...
"Hey wake up!" On my best days, I do not wake up easily. I am like a hibernating bear, best not disturb me until I wake up on my own or springtime rolls around, which ever comes first. But there was some excitement in Shannon's voice so I rolled over and cracked my eyes open. "Whass up? Kids okay?" I slurred, not even close to being fully functional. "The...
Kate had to stretch to kiss her husband's cheek, as they said goodbye. On her waiting mother's 'blind side', Kate's hand slithered across the front of Lucas' jeans and she breathed a whispered 'Good luck' in his ear. She gave his cock a hard squeeze and turned to join her mother as they set off on their shopping expedition. Lucas looked after them. He smil...