I certainly wasn't in Kansas. I was dressed as a private school girl tease and standing in front of an adult bookstore superstore. What did my sissy sister have in mind? I tried to find some sort of hint but his poker face offered no clues. We were certainly dressed for more than just shopping for DVD's. So I didn't think we were there for the sales. We ha...
########## Chapter Two I witness others broken to the chakra ########## I awoke not to the sound of fighting, but fucking. And not the high-pitched squeals and cries of women, but the throatier entreaties of men who were either pleading and begging or moaning out their pleasures nearby. And around me there appeared to be several Altan men, some still...
The knock at the door woke me up from my slumber at exactly 6:45 am, Eastern Daylight Time (don't even get me started on how much I despise Daylight Savings). I struggled to get to my feet, having drunk more than a few spirits and also fucked my way through quite a few people the day before. It was nice, but it's good to have a chance to sleep such a maratho...
This is a work of fiction loosely based on losing my virginity to a drag queen when I was at university. This is my first ever piece of erotica so constructive criticism is welcome! Just a disclaimer for US readers - here in the UK the drinking age is 18. *** I was in love with Lucy from the first day we arrived at university. She was everything I wasn't...
There was this old, but well kept, building at the end of the block. Built back in the 1890's, brick building including the corner, windows and balconies wrapping around and continuing on down to the edge of the next building. It's a beautiful building. It was for sale for the longest time, till just recently. A corporation bought it, one of their companies...
As we sat down for breakfast (which was leftover pizza), I found myself playing footsie with Josie, who seemed to be rather thrilled with my attitude about her estranged husband in Montreal. Then again, my perspective wasn't really surprising, given that I was Jewish and didn't particularly care for Nazis, Aryan types, or skinheads in general. I think that s...
The Orange (A Fetish Fable) Introduction: When the idea for "The Orange" came to me, I had a couple of specific goals in mind. The biggest goal was to get readers, curious about fetishes, to have a window into the world of not just fetishes, but one of the rarer ones. There are plenty of articles about foot fetishes, bondage kink, piercings, spanking, and...
MF, MM, MMF, FMF, Fetishes: sexual role-playing, cross-dressing, domination and submission, and pain. The youngest person in this story is a 19 year old receptionist. 4Play has given me permission to make modifications and additions to his story "Date Night." I changed the title to "Fantasy Weekend." I also added the first paragraph to chapter 1, deleted...
(1) Suzy rang the doorbell and glanced at her watch. 11:58AM. She was used to Professor Williams taking a while to answer the door: He was, after all, nearly 70. After a minute or so, she heard the snick of the latch and the door swung open. "Ah! Do come in, my dear." The professor said, stepping back slightly and gesturing with his free hand. Suzy brushed...
I live in an apartment right above this little factory that turns old clothes into rags for the metal-finishing trade. It's in Bridgetown, a run-down industrial part of the city that most businesses fled long ago, mainly because it sits in the shadow of one of the worst gang-infested housing projects in the city. Or did. The projects are gone now, torn down...