Taylor fought to wake up from his newest nightmare, his cries catching somewhere between his chest and his throat, unable to voice a protest as the demons assaulted him in his slumber once more. His head rolled back and forth, his arms and hands pushing against the creatures in his mind to make them stop. Hideous laughter filled his ears, the horrifying sou...
"Excuse me, sir," I heard a female voice to my left. I paused in loading my groceries and turned as a somewhat dirty looking, young woman approached me. "Any chance you can spare a dollar or some change? My car ran out of gas and I just need a few dollars so I can pick up my daughter and get to my mom's place." I looked the young woman over for a few second...
A Few Stolen Days Ch. 02: The Awakening It was the first time we had ever "slept" together, but it was a relaxed snuggling. I woke sometime in the night to a throbbing in my arm, only to realize that she had gone to sleep on my arm and had cut off the circulation. I moved without waking her and turned over and drifted off again. I awoke the next morning wi...
Devon was the owner of a brothel that was known far and wide for entertaining just about any sexual fantasy a man could dream up. He was a shrewd businessman with a good reputation. He treated his customers right, he treated his working girls right. His creativity helped maximize both his profits and his customer's pleasure. He offered both the basic and th...
The door was set in an alcove about halfway down a grubby little back alley. Paul Cohen supposed these places needed to be discreet. Even so, he was glad it was early in the afternoon and a bright sun—a rare sight for much of this overcast and rainy summer—was high up in the sky. He wouldn't have relished the prospect of walking down here after the sun went...
Sandrine is collared and blindfolded, dressed in faded and slightly-ripped shorts and a tank top, as Jonathan leads her by the hand to the basement of the cabin. The coolness of the basement air is a stark contrast to when they were doing maintenance yardwork outside earlier. At last, the cool stone floor chills the soles of the submissive's bare feet. She i...
There I stood, my hard cock throbbing, a jar of Vaseline in my hand and a beautiful, half naked woman sitting on my desk. It didn't take a lot of imagination to move from there, I simply grabbed her hip, pulled her forward on my desk and lubed up my cock. I thought of flipping her over and taking her from behind, but instead I wanted to try it like this. If...
Chapter 1: You Always Remember Your First Time . . . Author's Note: I would like to thank agirl2envy for her help in this project. It is about her and I that this story is written. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Jeremy was very nervous. In just a few minutes he would finally meet her; actually meet Erin in person! His stomach w...
Please do offer feed back (positive or negative) if you'd like the story continued. It's what keeps writers going :) Thank you Although she was half delirious, Veronica knew immediately knew when she was being moved out of storage. She had been left suspended upright, sealed in a latex vacuum bag for what she had been told would be a week, though she had...
Saturday afternoon and Polly Minton gave a final rub to the brass flower vase she'd been polishing, replaced it on the stand and turned her attention to the brass cross on the altar. Putting on the metal polish she called out to Eric, "Don't forget the vestry." Turning off the vacuum cleaner he said, "What?" "The vestry, don't forget to do the vestry, we f...