Warning: This does contain material involving same sex relations, if you are offended by this in any way then don't read it. This is only for fun, and not meant for anything else. * * * * * I heard the alarm at 5am that morning, moaned slightly to myself from the interruption of my sleep. A slight hangover from the alcohol the previous night ripped through...
The next morning, Anastasia heard the electronic beeps coming from the opposite side of the door before hearing it click unlocked. She sat kneeling on the concrete floor just in front of the door eagerly awaiting him. For the past twenty minutes the helmet had been flooding her with what she had begun think of as manipulative love. With the devil man not in...
She came out of the blue one day and asked if she could hang out for a weekend at his apartment. It would be a honor, Tommy told his beautiful friend, Courtney. Apparently, one of her friends was spending the weekend at his college so she felt it would be nice to surprise Tommy. However, something in her was still hesitant when she made the call on her cell...
Eve was late. She was late and she always hated it when she wasn't punctual. She prided herself on being organized, having her act together. No head-in-the-clouds reputation for this writer-to-be. She wanted to show the world that a creative person could also be efficient, get things done, be on time. Now she was late. Shit. This wasn't just any meeting eit...
Attending the corporate party was a requirement. I spent it sipping liquor and talking to my superiors and co-workers. Faith's task as my wife was being charming, and she managed well: she was fun, pretty, playful, polite, and clever when necessary. She discussed Mendelssohn at one table, Balzac at the other, told an anecdote about Einstein's life that made...
This is part of a longer story, written in November 2010 for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The setting is an utterly misogynistic kingdom (in a roughly medieval time) where sex should only be pleasurable for a man, and any woman who enjoys the act is weak and scorned. Slavery is practiced. Long hair is a trait of whores and temptresses, so all ch...
Non-fictional account of learning about CFNM When I was a young man, I went to work at a machine shop. After some time on the job, I became friendly with one of the admins in the shop who did the time cards and such. Her name was Valerie, and she had long red hair, and slim athletic figure. She had a gorgeous ass and probably b-cup breasts. She always dress...
Sorry for the delay guys. I was writing something for the Halloween Contest. Check it out if you want. Here is chapter 6! As always, your comments make my day, so do drop them on your way out. Thanks to my dedicated editor CambriaRose. "The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable." -James A. Garfield * * "Hmm," said the thoughtful...
I live for the moment I hear that catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each tender touch, and caress of her sensitive places, I wait for those three words she will not say..., yet. Catherine Chapter 18 I thought I'd surprise you. Four hours is a long time, and driving by myself with the cruise control set at ten mile...
After booking my flight for the dates Mary suggested sending her my itinerary and getting a text back with a calendar showing the date I would arrive with a big green "O" one days later making it clear how fertile she would be and how risky the roleplaying would be knowing I would go wild thinking about being with her again and would be like an insatiable wi...