This small area is located next to the public library in town. Now, no one at the library would be surprised to see me sitting there as I was an avidly regular patron. My Sir thought that I needed a new kind of memory to associate with the library. To provide that I had gotten an email from Sir a few days ago telling me that on my next day off I was to put i...
CHAPTER 12 Anticipating another dry summer in 1979, hinted by abnormal wind direction patterns, and with his commercial investments and ambitions decreasing his interest in farming, Matt has his entire extended Faraway farming property re-surveyed and put up for sale apart from 2000 acres of the original Strathmore Farm on the valley floor and upper terrace...
JoAnne stood back and gave her latest bit of handiwork an appraising look. Attached to the wall of her bedroom was a laminated, life-size poster of her all-time favorite male stripper. The guy in the image was just over six-foot-tall, with a very well-developed body - broad shoulders, sculpted chest, washboard abs, muscular arms, legs and thighs - and perfec...
It was a Friday afternoon and I was just strolling along, heading homeward. I’d been at a funeral that afternoon, a great-uncle of mine had recently deceased and I was duty bound to make an appearance. I had barely known the man, but when your mother says “You will be at the funeral, won’t you” a wise man knows the answer is yes. The reason I mention the fu...
Stacey left the club a little after midnight. The club still had a good hour and a half of partying left, but it had been an uneventful night for her, so she had decided to slip off early. For the last two years Stacey had worked as an accounts administrator for a building supplies firm. The firm employed thirteen office staff, and at 36 years old she found...
This is the first in a series of "stand alone" stories of a female submissive/slave who will come to be known as "sclabh". While there is certainly a difference (subtle to some, not so subtle to others) between a submissive and slave this will be played out as time progresses. Much of what appears in the series is from my (its) experiences as a slave and occ...
The setting sun cast glimmers of sparkling gold and silver off the almost vacated streets of Stormwind as the warlock made her way toward the gates of the city. She had already found a room at the inn and washed the day's battle sore and dirt from her. Now body aching from the exertion of the day she only wanted to relax and forget about all she had been wit...
I had walked into my house shaking. I had a date, if that's the proper term, with an absolute Goddess the next morning. We met two days earlier, when my police duties took me to a routine vandalism call on a secluded cul-de-sac. Answering the door was this striking woman with red hair, green eyes, a firm tanned body and what seemed like the most luscious set...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The wind blew through the shattered window and the tattered curtains swayed. The old ceiling tiles were crumbling and falling to the floor as the roof leaked when it rained. The hallway floor was covered in debris from the building sitting untouched for about seventy years....
There is no actual sex in this story, if that is what you want go elsewhere. I chose to put it in LW because there is no category for loss of trust. * The gunshots were loud; I could see him lying on the floor holding his groin. What was left of his equipment was sliding down the wall behind him. A few of the shotgun pellets had hit my wife; she did not r...