Author's Note: The story below is 100% real. This series is intended to document my journey into submission at the direction of Miss Gia. All participants and activities described below are real. Much of the writing involves the psychological aspects of submission from the perspective of the sub, not just the physical interaction. If you are looking for an u...
The events and characters in this story are fiction. All characters are eighteen or older. My favorite teacher was my math teacher, Mrs. Gibson. She was in her late thirties, a wife and a mom, but man, was she sexy! She had long full blonde hair, a pretty face, was average in height, and had big tits. Like most of the teachers she dressed casual more than...
This is the third part to this story, the second part didn't do as well as the first and if this one doesn't do so well either, there probably won't be a 4th. Please comment and let me know what you guys think. This is pretty much a continuation of part 2. ***** I stumbled out of the bedroom following the smell of bacon and the sound of Pantera's cemetery...
In all he left her standing on that corner for nearly half an hour. With each passing car she felt a little more shamed and exposed. True, it was a sundress not some slutty miniskirt but hey, how many honest women stand under streetlamp at midnight on a Friday? During the wait she tried to talk herself out of the whole thing several times, but try as she mig...
His lips, so soft to the touch, brushed the sensitive skin at the nape of her sun-kissed neck. The light moisture soaking into her skin willing, waiting, wanting to feel his velvet tongue massage her into complete utopia. He teased her, knowing exactly what she was looking for, but not wanting to give in too quickly. For months he'd watched her in amazement,...
Marquise Smith 1500 Guyenne, France, began the time where war was raging between Lycans and werewolves. You might ask, aren't they both the same? No, they're not. Two entirely different species. While werewolves are what people portray in urban legends, Lycans are much more muscular than average werewolves are. With enhanced durability, reflexes, coordinati...
David rolled the dice and snake-eyes came up. He moved his race car token to St. James Place and put $180 into the bank for the deed. He and his best friend, Samantha, hadn't had a game night with just the two of them in over a year. In high school, it had been a weekly tradition, either on Friday or Saturday night. Ever since college started, though they sa...
[pre-story]Disclaimer: All Characters are 18+ Hello there, faithful readers! So, this is another personal project, a random idea that I may or may not continue writing, depending on the response it gets. It's a little silly, and quite possibly the story most densely-packed with puns, wordplay, and double-entendres that I've ever written. I'm quite pleased w...
Aria stared at the image hovering in the middle of the bridge. She'd been struggling for hours to get her ship back in working shape, a fuse had blown in the navigation computer while her ship had been in Slipspace, forcing an emergency reemergence into reality. Aria had been blind these last few hours, with the ship's sensors down she could have slowly been...
Caught in the Web The Ache of Longing: A Sequel Don Julian Winslow * Sheila Goode was caught; she knew it. She agonized over it, fighting to keep her sanity, to resist that growing power that threatened to overwhelm her. But deep down, she knew... there was no escape. One day she would be called, and of course, she would go. What choice did she have? By n...