Serial Payback gets WAY out of hand. An original story. Chapter 3 of 4. I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other. I hope you enjoy this little story, and remember, it's o...
(Initially let me begin by apologizing for the long delay between chapters). I was massaging what had become, by now, one of my favorite couples. They had been clients for quite a long time, completely professionally, for all these years. Now it was their anniversary fantasy that I was here to help fulfill. Doug was laying on his stomach on my massage t...
The red, gold and brown leaves danced across the tarmac as the taxi swept down the tree lined avenue on the mild autumn Friday afternoon. Cherry sat in the back seat with the sunlight flashing across her face as it shone between the passing branches. It had taken her a little while to reach this point in her journey, not in the taxi, but in her erotic discov...
Hey all! We're still in the stilted-language phase of this story, but we'll soon leave it. Also, some have rightly pointed out the many gaps in the science of it all... I don't defend my grasp of xenobiology, or even some of the more basic concepts that I don't convey correctly in these pages, but I hope you can suspend disbelief for the sake of narrative an...
When we last saw Miss Lucie she was in a dismal state. Stripped and thrashed by Miss Bulstrode and the other Wardens in front of the very girls she had abused, she had then been marched out of Hazely Reformatory and left to fend for herself. Writhing in pain, burning with humiliation, she had dragged herself to the bus stop, her only thought being to get hom...
Jackie Burkhardt was brushing her hair in front of her mirror... or more accurately her mistress Donna's mirror. Everything in this room, including her, belonged to her mistress Donna and Jackie had no delusions otherwise. Sitting on her sore, constantly well spanked bottom always reminded her of her proper place in life and it warmed her submissive heart....
Chapter 1: Discovery ~Andreyah~ "I love you." He said as he stared at me with pale bluish- gray eyes, then I awoke. "Damn." I muttered under my breath. This was the fifth time this week. It was always the same dream, those haunting eyes staring at me with devotion and love. I wondered if he was my mate but then I pushed that thought back into the recess...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Sorrel lay in bed, half asleep, half awake. The sun was just beginning to peak through the curtains. It was going to be another beautiful spring day. Someone or something had been touching, no tickling, her feet. She peered down and saw Fletcher. He'd sneaked upstairs while everyone else was asleep. "Hello sleepy head," he said. She yawned and spread her a...
This is a work of fiction. It should not be taken as a guide for your real life activities and I take no responsibility for your actions. Written by Spicewriter55. All rights protected under the Berne Convention, all similarity to persons living or dead is solely coincidental and unintentional. * Mike Dawson dramatically held a push broom above his head...