Chapter 2: Laura Does a Frog in the Backseat Just a week after Lydia shared her first fuck with me I double-dated with Caroline Mercer and Bobby Tennent. My date's name was Alan Pond, known locally as "Frog". We went to the movies and then drove around for awhile in Bobby's Buick getting high, sharing a large joint the Alan had produced from somewhere. We e...
"Hmmm. Restraints are fun," said Heather. "Ok, but I can do that with some neck ties. Give me something a little more outrageous. What's the biggest possible fantasy you can think of," I said. "I've never told anyone this before. If you think it's really weird or gross or whatever, then pretend it never happened, deal?" "Deal." "I've always fantasized ab...
Music pounded into my ears as I walked across campus to my drawing class. My messenger bag slung across my chest dug into my shoulder with its heavy weight, reminding me of the project due at the end of the week. My knee length skirt swirled around me as I turned with the music, dancing with no one, just the music in my ears. When I came back to facing forw...
I have to say that my two weeks in Hawaii sure as hell didn't go the way I planned them. Never did get out to see those big ships sunk in the harbor. I did make it to the zoo down on the end of the main drag, and had a couple of different experiences on the Big Island. The go-around with Tonya and Sandra was fun, still. All I really got out of the trip was...
He sat lazily in his black stone chair, his dark brown hair messily combed only so it would stay out of his bright emerald eyes, giving him the appearance of a much younger man. The chill of the Underworld never got to him, he was used to it by now. His eyes drifted closed as he sat there, straining to find some time to sleep in his endless days. Of course...
Chapter Thirteen: First Spanking My first real spanking. It wasn't that mother hadn't spanked me, that was expected, but receiving a spanking from a stranger was quite another thing. Nutte entered quickly and brought me to reality with a swat that caught my left thigh. Swat! I jumped and my eyes went wide from shock. My mouth opened and I made to scream un...
Jaz'rin listened to the gentle patter of rain thudding quietly against the glass. The sound gave him a melancholy ache. It was a sound that should be shared, enjoyed while they were wrapped together, whispering things to each other that only they could understand. He leaned his chin into his hand and yearned silently for that which is only a dream, a wish. H...
"The scars indeed run deep, cursed are those who know; damned. The secrets we keep, the mysteries we seek, the tears we weep, the blood we have shed and blood we've spilled for crimes not committed. A terrible cycle of fear and resentment, lost within the pain we seek to hide. Learning too late the bitter consequences: our self-destructive demise. Locking aw...
Cyril's days were endless, brutal routine. Given into servitude as a child to settle a family debt, he had few memories from his life outside the walls of the Bloodbrick Tower and away from its cruel master, Bastigar the Black. He spent his waking hours in the darkness of the Tower's dungeons, cleaning out cells once their occupants had been... used up. He w...
Copyright © 2013 Naoko Smith Diolch yn fawr! to Bramblethorn for continuing to edit the story. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series has two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(story)' in the blurb and sex scenes, called '(scene)' in the blurb. The sex sc...