Hello readers, My first submission, looking back on my life I have had some experiences, I have always enjoyed sex and in a strange way being widowed liberated me. I'm not sure of my style of writing yet and am not comfortable with speech inserts just yet though I may gain the confidence to do that. Comment as you wish, but try to be helpful not just critic...
In this world there is no one else, there is only you - my god, my master, my keeper. My own self falls away, I am devoid of a name, of an identity, of a person. I am transformed, I am elevated to pure energy, I become my true shadow-shape. You whisper into my ear and pour me into the mould of your desire. Sometimes I think I could disappear forever beyond t...
She stood with head bowed in front of the Headmaster's desk, flanked by the head girl and her crony of a deputy. Her heart was pounding and she was very scared indeed. Anya had only been at this institution for a short time, but already she was finding that the discipline was like no other she had come across. She had heard of canings, and rumours of more,...
(Disclaimer: while this story has had many elements changed, it is based on true events. If you are wanting an instant stroke-story, you will have to look elsewhere, as the sex in this story is a ways in coming. Thanks for reading! Chapter II is coming soon!) * The second the glass slipped from my fingers, the world started to move in slow-motion. I could...
I can feel you standing behind me as I write this, your gaze burning into the back of my head, stern, painful. The tap of the ruler on my sore arse is enough to keep me writing, a constant reminder of how bad I’ve been. This is an apology about my behaviour. I realise that it’s unacceptable and cannot continue. If I want to live here I must obey the rules....
Perhaps my breasts are too small, I don't know, but try as I might, Nick has always ignored me. One day we were both going to the market and Nick offered me a ride. "I have a spare helmet," he said. I jumped at the opportunity. I went inside and put on some warm clothes. Perhaps, I wondered, a new chapter was about to open. I sat behind Nick on his Goldwin...
It's not the heat, it's the humidity, people say. As far as Nicky was concerned that was pure bull. . .dust. It was both the heat and the humidity that was killing her. After four consecutive days where the temperature had been in the low to middle forties and the humidity had been way up there Nicky was feeling totally drained. Right now it was pushing mid...
This story goes out to a new friend of mine in the Navy... "Erica," my love, come home soon, OK? We miss you, here!!! xoxo, -BB ;) * * * * * The air inside was cooler than the hot August street outside. As I closed the door behind me, I wondered if I was at the right address. The sound coming from the bathroom down the hall would explain why there was no a...
"Kitten, what's wrong?" Collin banged on the door for the third time in one minute. He had been one of the many people to see Caden walk into the house with tears rolling down her cheek and followed her when she ran to the bathroom. He knocked again. "Caden Kristoff, if you don't open this door right now, I'm gonna-" The door swung open. C.K. stood in the d...
Reena was still staring fiercely at the band of Warriors that had swarmed into the Tavern. Why the hell had they picked Marcus' tavern to descend upon? His was one of the meanest. The whores were few, and old and tired, a year or two at the most from being tossed out on the streets. The dancers were awkward and unlovely. Ciara was the single exception. The o...