Carrie's tummy was doing flip flops. It had started as soon as the limousine had arrived at their home to take them to the airport. She had spent the morning scurrying around packing her new clothes for the possible weekend activities. Karen's advice had been invaluable. There were three evenings to worry about so she has packed all three of her new gowns,...
~~~~~~~~~ Reading chapters 1-2 is helpful, but not necessary. Much thanks to the readers that encouraged me to continue Mark and Karen's adventure. You know who you are. :) ~~~~~~~~~ Neither Mark or Karen said a word for nearly ten minutes after they left the lake. With the radio off, the sound of the classic Camaro's engine was all the music Mark needed...
Introducing Karen - she was medium height and medium weight, but that weight was stacked in all the right places. Eighteen and in what she considered her last year of school, as she had no interest on going on and getting a college degree. Blonde and vivacious, Karen had every intention of being married by the time she was twenty. The way the young men of he...
"I didn't bring my swimsuit." Karen repeated. It was probably the third time she made the same argument about why she couldn't get into the pool and still Enrique and Sara insisted she get into the water. Both of them were currently stripped down to their undergarments and lazily swimming around in the cool water, not that their clothing was doing much for t...
This story is inspired by a bicycle trip across Denmark. The locations exist but the characters are fictional. The idea of the sugar cubes comes from an urban legend that continues to circulate amongst former Copenhagen University students. I'm unsure as to whether the practice continues or whether it ever did exist. This is the first chapter of several th...
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It was two in the morning when I finally got home. Work had gone a little bit over, then I'd gone to a friend's house for several hours of Dungeons and Dragons and Magic before I'd finally stumbled home. I wanted to sleep but apparently the girls had other plans and I found myself compelled to turn on my computer. Karen was the one who greeted me when I tur...
Copyright 2017, all rights reserved. No copies, prints, reprints or transmission in any form are permitted without prior written permission from the Author. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Tags: BDSM, bondage, domination, submission, sex club Authors note: This story is 54,874 words long. It is purely fictional and deals...
When the door opened at precisely 8:00 a.m. I was standing there, contract in hand. Karen was standing there too, dressed in a beautiful black dress, wearing a gold necklace and black stiletto heels. She had never looked more beautiful or more in control. She took the contract from my trembling hands. She didn't offer me her cheek. She didn't smile. Instea...
This is the fourth installment in the "Not an Accident" series. It really is best if you start from the first chapter. I appreciate all votes and comments. I certainly had a good deal to think about. Depending on how I looked at it, things were either turning out great or I was on the precipice of a real disaster. Meeting Karen and then having her discover...