The sunlight coming through the windows woke me up. I didn't recognize the ceiling. The water stains were in all the wrong places, a series of unfamiliar brown continents on a map to another world. I frowned as I rubbed my eyes and thought. My mouth tasted awful. And I had the weirdest dream. I blinked slowly as the dream came back to me. It had to have...
Dear Isaac, I'm writing once again from the airport in Budapest; my plane leaves in an hour and I won't be back home for another seventeen. I don't know why I write these letters to you, knowing you will never see them because I will never send them. I guess I can't muster the strength to hear your ultimatum again, despite the fact that it is given with les...
You are sitting in a chair stripping for me as I stand over you. Each time you remove an article of clothing you hand them to me. I see your eyes looking down never wishing to make eye contact with me. Finally you are naked trying to cover yourself by keeping your legs closed and hands over each breast. I take your bra moving behind you grasping each wrist p...
I tried not to whimper. If I made noise, Jasmine might come back in. I was chained to the chair, with a plug in my ass. She told me she would take it out when I was done writing my story down, but if she had to come back in before then she'd swap it out for a bigger plug. I hadn't seen the plug she was putting in me, just felt it stretching out my asshole. A...
AUTHORS NOTE-this is my first attempt at BDSM story and I would appreciate feedback. Thanks. Dancing in His arms, her forbidden love's, only heightens her senses. She is married with a real life outside that door. She is not a slut or tramp. She is a one man woman, isn't she? Yet here she stood in another man's arms, this man whose scent was eating at her r...
Without even thinking about it I was holding a deep breath and shoving my tits out so Cinnamon could get a good look at my cleavage while she explained. I had to fight down thoughts of parading around naked to 1980s power ballads while an audience cheered and stared at my exposed body, but this was too important to miss. Cinnamon took a deep breath of her o...
I hate whenever people start these stories by saying "I'm just a normal person." Well, you clearly aren't, or you wouldn't have such a fantastic story to tell, now would you? I'm not a normal guy, and I'm proud of it. I am not, however, above clichés, so I will get that out of the way right now. So I had a cock that granted wishes. All you had to do was eat...
Chapter 01: Recovery Doris awoke. She could not remember the last time she had slept in her bed, and she had no recollection of going to it. She could smell the scent of her lilac shampoo, something she could not remember using but she remembered having it. She remembered seeing it last night, forcing her confused brain to focus. She saw it just as the pink...
Seems like this has enough interest that I wanted to give it another chapter before I bounced around to anything else. Yes, new readers: I bounce from series to series. I also try to keep my series open-ended, so if you're frustrated when a series "doesn't finish" please understand I'm not likely to reach for an ending with a bow on it. Hope you're good with...
Thank you for reading, and especially if you've given any feedback! My goal with this story is to go big on the wish-fulfillment and erotica. This is a long chapter, but fair warning: it's light on plot and heavy on sex. There will be plot and a little conflict, but I'm not planning a main plot thread about a struggle with bad guys or a tale of hubris. With...